I want to hold you close.

[dolemitesooner]

I want to hold you close
Skin pressed against me tight
Lie still, and close your eyes girl
So lovely, it feels so right

I want to hold you close
Soft breasts, beating heart
As I whisper in your ear

I want to ****ing tear you apart

[dolemitesooner]

**** is not a cuss word.

[dolemitesooner]

I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind,
There was something so pleasant about that face (or place)...
Even your emotions had an echo in so much space.

And when you're out there, without care,
Yeah, I was out of touch.
But it wasn't because I didn't know enough:
I just knew too much

Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me crazy?
Probably (Or Possibly)

And I hope that you are having the time of your life,
But think twice, that's my only advice.

Come on now who do you, who do you, who do you think you are,
Ha ha ha, bless your soul,
You really think you're in control!

Well,
I think you're crazy...
I think you're crazy...
I think you're crazy...
Just like me.

My heroes had the heart to lose their lives out on a limb,
And all I remember is thinkin' I wanna be like them.

Ever since I was little, ever since I was little it looked like fun,
And it's no coincidence I've come,
And I can die when I'm done.

But maybe I'm crazy?
Maybe you're crazy?
Maybe we're crazy?
Probably!

[dolemitesooner]

Strange ways coming today
I put a dollar in my pocket
And I threw it away
Been a long time
Since a federal dime
Made a jukebox sound
Like a mirror in my mind
To comb my worries
Fix my thoughts
Throw my hopes
Like a juggernaut walks
Now let-down souls
Can't feel no rhythm
Sorry entertainers
Like aerobics victims
Hybrid people
Light a wooded matchstick
Toxic fumes from the
Burning plastic
Beats are broken
Bones are spastic
Robots talkin'
With a southern accent
Voodoo curses
Bible tongues
Voices comin'
From the mangled lungs
Give me some grit
Some get-down ****
Don't need a good reason
To let anything rip

Radio's cold
Soul is infected
One by one
I'll knock you out
God is alone
Hardware defective
One by one
I'll knock you out

Mr. Microphone making
All the damage felt
Like a laser manifesto
Make a mannequin melt
There's people phonin' in
Like it's unlimited minutes
Going through the motions
Just to say that they did it
Treadmill's running
Underneath their feet
So they feel like they're going somewhere
But they're not
So let's put boots
On the warehouse floor
Comin' to you
Like a rope on a chainstore
Throwing equipment
From a moving van
Grab a microphone
Like a utility man
Now fix the beat
Now break the rest
Make a kick drum sound
Like an S.O.S.
Get a tow-truck
Cause it's after dark
And the dance floor's full
But everybody's double-parked!

Cell phone's dead
Lost in the desert
One by one
I'll knock you out
Eye of the sun
Is out of its socket
One by one
I'll knock you out
One by one

This jam is real... that's right

Eye of the sun
Eye of the sun
Eye of the sun

Ahhhhhhhhhh

[colleyvillesooner]

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[jacru]

I want to hold your clothes...............






since I can't have you. ;)

[proud gonzo]

you better hope whoever typed up those song lyrics used spell check :P

[OK2LA]

I want to hold you close
Skin pressed against me tight
Lie still, and close your eyes girl
So lovely, it feels so right

I want to hold you close
Soft breasts, beating heart
As I whisper in your ear

I want to ****ing tear you apart

So how many times are you going to violate the bet, not pay, and tell me that you're not violating it?!?


Just curious?:pop:

[dolemitesooner]

So how many times are you going to violate the bet, not pay, and tell me that you're not violating it?!?


Just curious?:pop:
I was not cussing. I was repeating.

[sooneron]

Gnarls Barkley is NOT an alt. band.

[OK2LA]

**** is not a cuss word.


Look dude,

I told you to forget the bet - don't worry about it, etc. etc.

But you, in your infinite wisdom stated that you were a stand up guy, and you wouldn't welch on a bet. I said ok. Good for you.

You and I know exactly what the bet was. I'll be happy to reprint it in a post if you'd like me to remind you of our many conversations we had leading up to the Super Bowl - all of which we both agreed upon.

You are in violation. You have been several times.