-Emily- Posted January 3, 2006 Report Share Posted January 3, 2006 You'll see that my sig is lyrics! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Liz Posted January 3, 2006 Report Share Posted January 3, 2006 Sweet Transvestite - The Rocky Horror Picture Show How d'you do, I see you've met my faithful handyman He's just a little brought down because when you knocked He thought you were the candyman. Don't get strung out by the way that I look, Don't judge a book by its cover I'm not much of a man by the light of day, But by night I'm one hell of a lover I'm just a Sweet Transvestite from Transexual, Transylvania. So let me show you around, maybe play you a sound You look like you're both pretty groovy Or if you want something visual that's not too abysmal We could take in an old Steve Reeves movie. I'm glad we caught you at home, could we use your phone? We're both in a bit of a hurry. We'll just say where we are, then go back to the car We don't want to be any worry. So you got caught with a flat, well, how about that? Well babies, don't you panic. By the light of the night when it all seems alright I'll get you a satanic mechanic. I'm just a Sweet Transvestite from Transexual, Transylvania. So why don't you stay for the night? Or maybe a bite? I could show you my favourite obsession. I've been making a man with blond hair and a tan And he's good for relieving my tension I'm just a Sweet Transvestite from Transexual, Transylvania. So come up to the lab. And see what's on the slab. I see you shiver with antici... pation! But maybe the rain isn't really to blame So I'll remove the cause, but not the symptom. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pierced Musie Posted January 3, 2006 Report Share Posted January 3, 2006 Classic song !! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Liz Posted January 3, 2006 Report Share Posted January 3, 2006 Classic musical, too. I absolutely love it! It's nice to be among fellow freaks... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pierced Musie Posted January 3, 2006 Report Share Posted January 3, 2006 I'm planning on seeing the stage show this year. Just going to lose weight and then buy myself a maids outfit or a nice corset so I can dress up. My sister loved seeing the last tour so now it's my turn to see it. I can't wait ! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Liz Posted January 3, 2006 Report Share Posted January 3, 2006 Is it touring? *Goes for a quick web browse*. Ta, Jessie. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stefan Posted January 3, 2006 Report Share Posted January 3, 2006 Evanescence- Going Under. Now I will tell you what I've done for you 50 thousand tears I've cried Screaming, deceiving, and bleeding for you And you still won't hear me (going under) Don't want your hand this time, I'll save myself Maybe I'll wake up for once Not tormented...Daily defeated by you Just when I thought I'd reached the bottom I'm dying again... (Chorus) I'm going under Drowning in you I'm falling forever I've got to break through I'm going under Blurring and stirring the truth and the lies So I don't know what's real and what's not Always confusing the thoughts in my head So I can't trust myself anymore I'm dying again (Chorus) So go on and scream Scream at me I'm so far away I won't be broken again I've got to breathe I can't keep going under (Chorus) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Si-Co Posted January 17, 2006 Report Share Posted January 17, 2006 I Predict A Riot by Kaiser Chiefs Watching the people get lairy Is not very pretty I tell thee Walking through town is quite scary And not very sensible either A friend of a friend he got beaten He looked the wrong way at a policeman Would never have happened to Smeaton And old Leodensian La-ah-ah, la la lalala la Ah-ah-ah, la la lalala la I predict a riot, I predict a riot I predict a riot, I predict a riot I tried to get in my taxi A man in a tracksuit attacked me He said that he saw it before me Wants to get things a bit gory Girls run around with no clothes on To borrow a pound for a condom If it wasn't for chip fat, well they'd be frozen They're not very sensible La-ah-ah, la la lalala la Ah-ah-ah, la la lalala la I predict a riot, I predict a riot I predict a riot, I predict a riot And if there's anybody left in here That doesn't want to be out there Watching the people get lairy Is not very pretty I tell thee Walking through town is quite scary And not very sensible La-ah-ah, la la lalala la Ah-ah-ah, la la lalala la I predict a riot, I predict a riot I predict a riot, I predict a riot And if there's anybody left in here That doesn't want to be out there I predict a riot, I predict a riot I predict a riot, I predict a riot Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gim Posted January 17, 2006 Report Share Posted January 17, 2006 Coleske Take Me Where The Sun Is Shining Take me where the sun is shining Where the air up in the skies are in my eyes And I will fly Overcasting sight A view that wears the colour of the night Appearing everytime I feel alright No definition too close to see what's in front of me Distance can bring a change to this illusion For just a moment I'm getting down again So lift me up Take me where the sun is shining Where the air up in the skies are in my eyes And I will fly to where My dreams are hiding somewhere in the sky For just a while Bridges all around Where victories of winners still survive And evidence of losers on the ground traces left behind Not always easy to erase a time So hard to get it out this frame of mind And every hour it makes me wonder Why I should stay Take me where the sun is shining Where the air up in the skies are in my eyes And I will fly to where My dreams are hiding somewhere in the sky For just a while Take me where the sun is shining Where the air up in the skies are in my eyes And I will fly to where My dreams are hiding somewhere in the sky For just a while Where the air up in the skies are in my eyes And I will fly to where My dreams are hiding somewhere in the sky For just a while For just a while... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Si-Co Posted February 5, 2006 Report Share Posted February 5, 2006 One of those old songs you either love or hate: PETER SARSTEDT : Where Do You Go To My Lovely? You talk like Marlene Dietrich And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire Your clothes are all made by Balmain And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair You live in a fancy apartment Of the Boulevard of St. Michel Where you keep your Rolling Stones records And a friend of Sacha Distel You go to the embassy parties Where you talk in Russian and Greek And the young men who move in your circle They hang on every word you speak, yes I do... But where do you go to my lovely When you're alone in your bed Tell me the thoughts that surround you I want to look inside your head, yes I do... I've seen all your qualifications You got from the Sorbonne And the painting you stole from Picasso Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does When you go on your summer vacation You go to Juan-les-Pines With your carefully designed topless swimsuit You get an even suntan, on your back and on your legs When the snow falls you're found in St. Moritz With the others of the jet-set And you sip your Napoleon Brandy But you never get your lips wet But where do you go to my lovely When you're alone in your bed (Won't you) Tell me the thoughts that surround you I want to look inside your head, yes I do You're in-between twenty an thirty - A very desirable age Your body's firm and inviting But you live on a glittering state Your name is heard in high places You know the Aga Khan He sent you a racehorse for Christmas And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh ahaha They say that when you get married It'll be to a millionaire But they don't realize where you came from And I wonder if they really care, they give a damn Where do you go to my lovely When you're alone in your bed Tell me the thoughts that surround you I want to look inside your head I remember the back streets of Naples Two children begging in rags Both touched with a burning ambition To shake off their lowly brown tags, yes they try So look into my face Marie-Claire And remember just who you are Then go and forget me forever But I know you still bear the scar, deep inside, yes you do I know where you go to my lovely When you're alone in your bed I know the thoughts that surround you `Cause I can look inside your head Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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