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I want you to want me
I need you to need me
I'd love you to love me
I'm beggin' you to beg me
I want you to want me
I need you to need me
I'd love you to love me
I'll shine up my old brown shoes
Put on a brand new shirt
Get home early from work
If you say that you love me
Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'
Feeling all alone without a friend you know you feel like dying
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'
I want you to want me
I need you to need me
I'd love you to love me
I'm beggin' you to beg me
I want you to want me
I want you to want me
I want you to want me
I want you to want me

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Jel znate šta je FWSB? Pojava dosta česta, sve ok, ali eto, Ameri su i tome dali definiciju. :))

Did It!! :)

Kako bi bilo da mi admine fino zamolimo da nam se organizira uskoro neki Iskrica party?? Dugo je do 10. miseca.

Love Me, Love Me, Love Me, Love Me
Say you do
Let me fly away with you
For my love is like the wind
And wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Give me more than one caress
Satisfy this hungriness
Let the wind blow through your heart
Oh wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
You touch me
I hear the sound of mandolins
You kiss me
With your kiss my life begins
You're spring to me
All things to me
Don't you know
You're life itself!
Like the leaf
Clings to the tree
Oh my darling cling to me 
For we're like creatures of the wind
And wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
You touch me
I hear the sound of mandolins
You kiss me
With your kiss my life begins
You're spring to me
All things to me
Don't you know
You're life itself!
Like the leaf
Clings to the tree
Oh my darling cling to me
For we're like creatures of the wind
And wild is the wind
Wild is the wind, wild is the wind...

I am just a poor boy,
Though my story’s seldom told,
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles,
Such are promises
All lies and jest 
Still, a man hears what he wants to hear 
And disregards the rest.
When I left my home 
And my family,
I was no more than a boy 
in the company of strangers
in the quiet of a railway station,
Running scared.
Laying low, 
Seeking out the poorer quarters 
Where the ragged people go,
Looking for the places 
Only they would know.
Lie-la-lie . . .
Asking only workman’s wages 
I come looking for a job,
But I get no offers.
Just a come-on from the whores 
On Seventh Avenue
I do declare,
There were times when I was so lonesome 
I took some comfort there.
Lie-la-lie . . . 
Then I’m laying out my winter clothes 
And wishing I was gone,
Going home
Where the New York City winters 
Aren’t bleeding me,
Leading me, 
Going home.
In the clearing stands a boxer,
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the remainders 
Of ev’ry glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out 
In his anger and his shame,
“I am leaving, I am leaving”
But the fighter still remains
Lie-la-lie . . .

..give me real, don't give me fake..

I will eat you alive!!!

što ako su naši susjedi ljudožderi?
što im to pluta po čaši
i što sadrže frižideri?
što ako su naši prijatelji replikanti?
kome da to prijavim?
nigdje nikog na mojoj santi
a vremena još imam na pretek
i noć i dan za pad
saharinski svijet me gleda kroz rolete
hello guys....by, by
što ako je naš pajdaš
sam godzilla
i što ako je stvaran
i nije iz nekog filma
ma možda sam samo paranoičan
možda sam samo paranoičan
možda sam samo paranoičan???????????
 

Dieci ragazzi per me
posson bastare
dieci ragazzi per me.....
capelli biondi da accarezzare
e labbra rosse sulle quali morire.
Dieci ragazzi per me
solo per me.
Uno lo voglio perché
sa bene ballare.
Uno lo voglio perché
ancor non sa cosa vuol dire l'amore.
Uno soltanto perché
ha conosciuto tutte tranne me.
Dieci ragazzi così
che dicono solo di sì :))

Onaj tko kaže da se na netu može naći sve, laže ko veliki!! Ubih se danas tražeći dva texta, poprilično kratka, i nikako.

Hm, odem ja na jednu od svojih fejvrit stranica da pročitam dnevni horoskop, i kaže mi da sam danas nabijena kreativnim nabojem, te da bi bilo najbolje da se umjetnički izrazim, a sad hoću li napisat pjesmu, izraditi neki kipić, plesati ili skladati, to je na meni da odlučim. I sad se četveroumim. Šta mi preporučate, što od ovog???

Strangelove
Strange highs and strange lows
Strangelove
That's how my love goes
Strangelove
Will you give it to me?
Will you take the pain
I will give to you
Again and again?
And will you return it???

Čiji je upaljač ostao kod mene?? :)