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Stupid pop song lyrics.
Hey, this is like shooting whales in a barrel. Find some smart ones, and then get back to me.
Posted by Rand Simberg at June 23, 2007 05:51 AM
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You want smart pop lyrics? How's this:
City girls just seem to find out early
How to open doors with just a smile
A rich old man and she won't have to worry
She'll dress up all in lace and go in style
Late at night that big old house gets lonely
I guess every form of refuge has its price
And it breaks her heart to think her love is only
Given to a man with hands as cold as ice
... or are the Eagles considered country music nowadays?
Posted by Ed Minchau at June 23, 2007 09:01 AM
The gal was fine as calamine
But not enough to scratch a seven year itch
Cause love is like the last licks outta Hendrix
Yeah, ain't that a bitch?
-Aerosmith
Posted by Brian Swiderski at June 23, 2007 09:55 AM
Well we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in Hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
in the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair
And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary of
today's who's who
They'll get you anything
with that evil smile
Everybody's got a
drug dealer on speed dial,well
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
-- Nickelback
Posted by Ed Minchau at June 23, 2007 03:16 PM
Duke, Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl
Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl
Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl
Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl
Duke, Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl
Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl
Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl
Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl
[...]
And when I hold you
You'll be my Duchess, Duchess of Earl
We'll walk through my Dukedom
And my paradise we'll share
-Gene Chandler
Posted by Brian Swiderski at June 23, 2007 04:16 PM
You want crappy lyrics, I'll give ya crappy lyrics:
Take me down, fill me up
Give me ecstasy, not enough
I am what you need, do it with me
In this world of hate, i can fill you up
I can clear the rain, I can be your dream
Baby, share it with me, I can make you scream
Baby, baby, baby..
I can be your dreeeeeeeeeaaaaaam
Come into my planet soul...
setcha freeeeee, setcha freeeeee
(It took quite a bit of Googling to find them - I first misheard the lyrics as "Come into my plaid soul" - which doesn't make any less sense than the original.)
Posted by Alan K. Henderson at June 25, 2007 04:02 PM
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