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Posted By	Discussion Topic: Ain't Love A BITCH
Kim	posted on 04-26-2001 @ 1:12 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01	Ain't Love A Bitch Rod Stewart Been in pain and I've been in shame But ain't love a bitch I been in fights, locked away for nights But ain't love a bitch I been tailed, impaled, strung up and nailed and left without a stitch I been scratched 'n' taxed 'n' finally axed But ain't love a bitch Oh I didn't understand till I was seventeen She took me way upstairs and she wiped me clean Oh I didn't realize she made a first class fool out of me Oh Maggie if you're still out there the rest is history You're all alone in the freezing cold by the underground Your hands are numb and you're feeling dumb cos you been let down You thought you were rough and kinda tough and maybe out of reach You're acting chic, playing hide 'n' seek But ain't love a bitch Oh I must state right here I been there before My eyes were closed and so my friends I still don't know the score Oh don't underestimate the strength of it It may be unwise to analyze even the cause of it You're driving home late one night and on the radio Comes an old familiar song you used to know so well (you know a lot about that) Oh I can't comprehend this thing called love Maybe it's a matter of fact I just can't grow up Deep down ain't we all a little juvenile All I really wanna know is there one sweet angel that can make me smile Ain't love a bitch Torrential rains, wars and hurricanes I wouldn't budge an inch Your rent's unpaid and your team lose again But ain't love a bitch You can lose your job, your home and your health But ain't love a bitch Take it or leave it some day you'll feel it 'cos love is the bitch Ain't love the bitch, ain't love a bitch Ain't love a bitch, ain't love a bitch Ain't love a bitch
spitfire421	posted on 04-26-2001 @ 1:18 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00	I thought you were going to post this song... BITCH I'm feeling so tired, can't understand it Just had a fortnights sleep I'm feeling so tired, Ow!, so distracted Ain't touched a thing all week I'm feeling drunk, juiced up and sloppy Ain't touched a drink all night Feeling hungry, can't see the reason Just had a horse meat pie Yeah when you call my name I salivate like a Pavlov dog Yeah when you lay me out My heart starts beating like a big bass drum, alright Yeah you got to mix it child Ya got to fix it must be love It's a bitch You got to mix it child Ya got to fix it must be love It's a bitch allright Sometimes I'm sexy, move like a stud Kicking the stall all night Sometimes I'm so shy, got to be worked on Don't have no bark or bite Yeah when you call my name I salivate like a Pavlov dog Yeah when you lay me out My heart starts beating like a big bass drum I stand alone on the cliffs of the world, no-one ever tends to me. Sitting alone covered in breeze. Some things are so my mind can breathe. The waiting is hard, fuckin' takes so long. Draped in sun, hands in sand. Earth acid cleanses me. It cleanses me clean, but the world it never comes(Kyuss, Space Cadet)
Froy King Shit *board owner*	posted on 04-26-2001 @ 1:21 PM
O&A Board Veteran Registered: Feb. 01	Here you go, my 2nd theme song: Backstreets by Bruce Springsteen One soft infested summer me and Terry became friends Trying in vain to breathe the fire we was born in Catching rides to the outskirts tying faith between our teeth Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house getting wasted in the heat And hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets With a love so hard and filled with defeat Running for our lives at night on them backstreets Slow dancing in the dark on the beach at Stockton's Wing Where desperate lovers park we sat with the last of the Duke Street Kings Huddled in our cars waiting for the bells that ring In the deep heart of the night to set us loose from everything to go running on the backstreets, running on the backstreets We swore we'd live forever on the backstreets we take it together Endless juke joints and Valentino drag where dancers scraped the tears Up off the street dressed down in rags running into the darkness Some hurt bad some really dying at night sometimes it seemed You could hear the whole damn city crying blame it on the lies that killed us Blame it on the truth that ran us down you can blame it all on me Terry It don't matter to me now When the breakdown hit at midnight there was nothing left to say But I hated him and I hated you when you went away Laying here in the dark you're like an angel on my chest Just another tramp of hearts crying tears of faithlessness Remember all the movies, Terry, we'd go see Trying to learn how to walk like heroes we thought we had to be And after all this time to find we're just like all the rest Stranded in the park and forced to confess To hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets We swore forever friends on the backstreets until the end Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets ~Matt/Froy from Jersey Official Protector of Gay Marco & SwampJunk...if he ever decides to post. This message was edited by Froy on 4-26-01 @ 1:23 PM

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