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Froy
King Shit
*board owner*

posted on 05-24-2001 @ 7:29 PM      
O&A Board Veteran
Registered: Feb. 01
How about some Animals....

Baby, do you understand me now
Sometimes I feel a little mad
Well don't you know that no-one alive
Can always be an angel
When things go wrong I seem to be bad

I'm just a soul who's intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

Baby, sometimes I'm so carefree
With a joy that's hard to hide
And sometimes it seems that
All I have to do is worry
And then you're bound to see my other side

I'm just a soul who's intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

If I seem edgy, I want you to know
That I never mean to take it out on you
Life has it's problems and I get my share
And that's one thing I never mean to do

'cause I love you
Oh, oh, oh, baby, don't you know I'm human
Have thoughts like any other one
Sometimes I find myself alone and regretting
Some foolish thing, some little simple thing I've done

I'm just a soul who's intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

Yes, I'm just a soul who's intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

Yes, I'm just a soul who's intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

Yes, I'm just a soul who's intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood


Sent...



Is my train in vain, has my soul gone to waste
Am I just a victim of, a victim of my lost faith
SLASH
Pompous, Arrogant, Enigmatic, Bitter, Quirky, Misanthrope with a Weird Sense of Humor and an Iron Clad Memory while flooding the board with my Stream of Consciousness UFC
STRIKE 3
(I'm a dick and I like to ruin people's plans)
posted on 05-24-2001 @ 7:39 PM      
O&A Board Regular
Registered: Aug. 00



Don't Misunderstand Me


I bring you renegade stories
And you tell me I'm crazy and wild
You say that I lack maturity
Stop actin' like a child
But you know I am a liar
And my promises only get in my way
You feel so good, when you're in my arms
Ain't there one right thing I can say
To make you want to stay

Oh, oh baby, baby
Don't misunderstand me
oh, oh baby, baby

You tell me that you love me but
This ain't no way for you to live
You hold so tight your fingers are broken
I take more than I care to give
But it's heartbeat to heartbeat
It's push and shove and steal and prove
It's hand to mouth sometimes
If we run hard enough someday baby
Gonna find some room to move

Oh, oh baby, baby
Don't misunderstand me
oh, oh baby, baby

All of this showin' and provin'
Is nothing but fear
Everybody can do what they want
But they just can't do it here
Girl hold on to my childishness
I'm gonna break on through
Out of this mess

Oh, oh baby, baby
Don't misunderstand me
oh, oh baby, baby







Funny how ev'rything was roses
When we held on to the guns

Write To Me Here

Do I listen to pop music because I'm miserable?
Or am I miserable because I listen to pop music?







This message was edited by SLASH on 5-24-01 @ 7:47 PM
IkeaBoy
P.L.F.
Portugese Liberation Front- Liberating Status' everywhere from the Tyranny of Portugal
I will die a traitor's death
posted on 05-24-2001 @ 8:00 PM      
O&A Board Veteran
Registered: Sep. 00
House Of The Rising Sun
The Animals

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new bluejeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk


---

Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun

Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one



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