augusti
söndag 4 april 2010 bild 2/3
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There i go
Thinking of
you again.
You don't know how sick you make me,
You make me fucking sick to my stomach
every time i think of you, I PUKE!
You may not think you do, But you do
Every time i think of you i puke!
I was gonna take
the time to sit
Down and write
you a little poem.
But from of the dome
Would probably be a
little more,
more suitable for this type of song..
I got a million reasons of the top of my head, that i could think sixteen bars, This ain't enough to put som ink to
So fuck it!
I'ma start right here by just be brief - A
Bout to rattle off some other reasons.
I knew i shouldn't go
and get another
tattoo of you
in my arm,
But what do I go and do.
I go and get another one,
Now i got two
Now i'm sittin' Here with your namn on my skin
Ican't belive i went and did this stupid shit again.
My next girlfriend, now her name's gotta be KIM.
If you only knew how much i hated you.
For every motherfucking' thing you ever put us through
Then i wouldn't be standing here crying over you.
YOU DON'T KNOW HOW SICK YOU MAKE ME,
YOU MAKE ME FUCKING SICK TO MY STOMACH,
EVERY TIME I THINK OF YOU, I PUKE!!
Vider!
Thinking of
you again.
You don't know how sick you make me,
You make me fucking sick to my stomach
every time i think of you, I PUKE!
You may not think you do, But you do
Every time i think of you i puke!
I was gonna take
the time to sit
Down and write
you a little poem.
But from of the dome
Would probably be a
little more,
more suitable for this type of song..
I got a million reasons of the top of my head, that i could think sixteen bars, This ain't enough to put som ink to
So fuck it!
I'ma start right here by just be brief - A
Bout to rattle off some other reasons.
I knew i shouldn't go
and get another
tattoo of you
in my arm,
But what do I go and do.
I go and get another one,
Now i got two
Now i'm sittin' Here with your namn on my skin
Ican't belive i went and did this stupid shit again.
My next girlfriend, now her name's gotta be KIM.
If you only knew how much i hated you.
For every motherfucking' thing you ever put us through
Then i wouldn't be standing here crying over you.
YOU DON'T KNOW HOW SICK YOU MAKE ME,
YOU MAKE ME FUCKING SICK TO MY STOMACH,
EVERY TIME I THINK OF YOU, I PUKE!!
Vider!
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