we get it
September 27, 2003
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MEATLOAF!
Much love going out
to the
big-gutsy-goth-biker-punk-necro-psycho-oversexed-romantic-biker!
56 years of wasted youth today! You're everything
we wished our teen years could have been.
Sing it Marvin!
| My head used to swim from the perfume I
smelt My hands kind of fumbled with her white plastic belt. I'd taste her baby pink lipstick and that's when I'd melt And she'd whisper in my ear tonight she really was mine Get back in front and put some hair oil on Buddy Holly was singing his very last song With you arm round your girl you'd try to sing along You felt pretty good cause you'd really had A good time |
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Whatever Happened to
Saturday Night? |
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