I can see why you think you belong to me I never tried to make you think, or let you see one thing for yourself But now your off with someone else and I'm alone You see I thought that I might keep you for my own
Amy what you wanna do? I think I could stay with you For a while, maybe longer if I do
Don't you think the time is right for us to find All the things we thought weren't proper could be right in time And can you see Which way we should turn together or alone I can never see whats right or what is wrong (cause it'll take to long to see)
Amy what you wanna do? I think I could stay with you For a while, maybe longer if I do
(Acoustic solo)
Well now Amy what you wanna do? I think I could stay with you For a while, maybe longer if I do
Now it's come to what you want you've had your way And all the things you thought before just faded into gray And can't you see That I don't know if it's you or if it's me If it's one of us I'm sure we'll both will see So take a good long look and tell me
Amy what you wanna do? I think I could stay with you For a while, maybe longer Longer if I do
Yeah now Amy what you wanna do? I think I could stay with you For a while, maybe longer if I do
I keep Fallin' in and out of love with you Fallin' in and out of love with you Don't know what I'm gonna do, I keep Fallin' in and out of love With you
-------------------- All you need is Love (and a whole big bucket of Money).
From: Lost in the Ozone Again | Registered: Dec 2005
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Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the Southland I miss Alabamy once again And I think its a sin, yes
Well I heard mister Young sing about her Well, I heard ole Neil put her down Well, I hope Neil Young will remember A Southern man don't need him around anyhow
Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Sweet Home Alabama Lord, I'm coming home to you
In Birmingham they love the governor Now we all did what we could do Now Watergate does not bother me Does your conscience bother you? Tell the truth
Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Sweet Home Alabama Lord, I'm coming home to you Here I come Alabama
Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers And they've been known to pick a song or two Lord they get me off so much They pick me up when I'm feeling blue Now how about you?
Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Sweet Home Alabama Lord, I'm coming home to you
Sweet home Alabama Oh sweet home baby Where the skies are so blue And the governor's true Sweet Home Alabama Lordy Lord, I'm coming home to you Yea, yea Montgomery's got the answer
-------------------- All you need is Love (and a whole big bucket of Money).
From: Lost in the Ozone Again | Registered: Dec 2005
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We have now moved into the realm of tactile temptation. That is to say, anything offered from this point on is real... and will be yours to keep (sent out in next weekend's post, should you accept it).
We'll start out modestly... with this lovely copy of Legion of Super-Heroes volume 4. #1. A first appearance, of sorts, and featuring the debut Legion work of writers Tom and Mary Bierbaum.
Anyone who drops... it's yours. Any takers?
-------------------- See Here for the latest update on the 2013 Chicago Gathering (now including tentative attendance list)
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Kelly Can you handle this Michelle Can you handle this Beyonce Can you handle this I don't think they can handle this whoooo
Better move Cause we've arrived Lookin' sexy Lookin' fly Baddest chick Chick inside Dj Jam tonight Spotted me A tender thang There you are Come on baby Don't you wanna Dance with me Can you handle Handle me
You gotta do much better If you're gonna dance with me tonight You gotta work your jelly If you're gonna dance with me tonight Read my lips carefully, if you like what you see Move, groove, prove you can hang with me By the looks I got you shook up and scared of me Buckle your seatbelt, it's time for takeoff
I don't think you're ready for this jelly I don't think you're ready for this jelly I don't think you're ready for this 'cause my body's too bootylicious for ya babe
I don't think you're ready for this jelly I don't think you're ready for this jelly I don't think you're ready for this 'cause my body's too bootylicious for ya babe
Baby can you handle this Baby can you handle this Baby can you handle this I don't think you can handle this
I'm about to break you off H-town goin hard Read my hips Slap my thighs Swing my hair Squint my eyes Lookin' hot Smellin' good Groovin' like I'm from the hood Over my shoulder I blow you a kiss Can you handle Handle this
I don't think you're ready for this jelly I don't think you're ready for this jelly I don't think you're ready for this 'cause my body's too bootylicious for ya babe
I don't think you're ready for this jelly I don't think you're ready for this jelly I don't think you're ready for this 'cause my body's too bootylicious for ya babe
Move your body up and down (whoo) Make your booty touch the ground (whoo) I can't help but wonder why My vibe's too vibealacious for you babe
I shake my jelly at every chance When I whip with my hips you slip into a trance I'm hoping you can handle all this jelly that I have Now let's cut a rug while we scat some jazz
Bod,body bom,body bod.body bom,body bom.body
Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow!
I don't think you're ready for this jelly I don't think you're ready for this jelly I don't think you're ready for this 'cause my body's too bootylicious for ya baby x6
-------------------- All you need is Love (and a whole big bucket of Money).
From: Lost in the Ozone Again | Registered: Dec 2005
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Hangin' round downtown by myself And I had so much time To sit and think about myself And then there she was Like double cherry pie Yeah there she was Like disco superfly I smell sex and candy here Who's that lounging in my chair Who's that casting devious stares In my direction Mama this surely is a dream
Hangin' round downtown by myself And I had too much caffeine And I was thinkin' 'bout myself And then there she was In platform double suede Yeah there she was Like disco lemonade I smell sex and candy here Who's that lounging in my chair Who's that casting devious stares In my direction Mama this surely is a dream Mama this surely is a dream I smell sex and candy here Who's that lounging in my chair Who's that casting devious stares In my direction Mama this surely is a dream Mama this surely is a dream Yeah mama this must be my dream
-------------------- All you need is Love (and a whole big bucket of Money).
From: Lost in the Ozone Again | Registered: Dec 2005
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