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| Just Jon | posted on 04-13-2001 @ 2:25 PM |    | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00  | What's Friday the 13th without Alice Cooper's song from Friday 6? You're with your baby And you're parked alone On a summer night You're deep in love But you're deeper in the woods You think you're doin' alright Did you hear that voice Did you see that face Or was it just a dream This can't be real That only happens, babe On the movie screen CHORUS: Oh, but he's back He's the man behind the mask And he's out of control He's back The man behind the mask And he crawled out of his hole You're swimmin' with your girl Out on lovers' lake And the wind blows cold It chills your bones But you're still on the lake That's a bad mistake But the moon was full And you had a chance To be all alone But you're not alone This is your last dance And your last romance Oh, if you see him comin' Get away if you can Just keep on runnin' Run as fast as you can He's a dangerous, dangerous man And he's out tonight And he's watchin' you And he knows you house No, don't turn out the lights CHORUS -----  E-mail: [email protected] AIM: JonNeedsSN Adoptee: Could be you, if you contact me You listen to me! While I will admit to a certain cynicism, the fact is I am a nay-sayer and a hatchet man in the fight against violence! I pride myself in taking a punch and I'll gladly take another because I choose to live my life in the company of Gandhi and King! My concerns are global. I reject absolutely revenge, aggression, and retaliation. The foundation of such a method...is love. I love you, Sheriff Truman. | ||||
| Mr. Brownstone | posted on 04-13-2001 @ 2:51 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00 | Rubber little lady, slicker than a weasel, Grimy as an alley Loves me like no other lover. Billion dollar baby Rotten little monster, baby, I adore you. Man or woman living couldn't love me like you, baby. We go dancing nightly in the attic While the moon is rising in the sky. If I'm too rough, tell me, I'm so scared your little head will come off in my hands. Yeah, billion dollar baby I got you in the dime store, No other little girl could ever hold you Any tighter, any tighter than me, baby. Billion dollar baby Reckless like a gambler, million dollar maybe Foaming' like dog that's been infected by the rabies. We go dancing nightly in the attic While the moon is rising in the sky. If I'm too rough, tell me, I'm so scared your little head will come off in my hands. Million dollar baby, Billion dollar baby, Trillion dollar baby, Zillion dollar baby.  We'll roll on with our heads held high Our conscience in the gutter Our dreams up in the sky ---The Living End | ||||
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