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nythryll'ig

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« Reply #15 on: November 14, 2003 05:13 pm CST »
Dancing Queen (by the immortal ABBA!)

 You can dance, you can jive,
 having the time of your life..
 See that girl, watch that scene,
 dig in the dancing queen

 Friday night and the lights are low,
 looking out for the place to go..
 Where they play the right music, getting in the swing,
 you come in to look for a king..

 Anybody could be that guy,
 night is young and the music's high..
 With a bit of rock music, everything is fine,
 you're in the mood for a dance..

 And when you get the chance....

 You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen..
 Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine..
 You can dance, you can jive,
 having the time of your life..
 See that girl, watch that scene,
 dig in the dancing queen

 You're a teaser, you turn 'em on..
 Leave them burning and then you're gone..
 Looking out for another, anyone will do,
 you're in the mood for a dance..

 And when you get the chance....

 You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen..
 Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine...(ohh yeeeaahh!)
 You can dance, you can jive,
 having the time of your life...
 See that girl, watch that scene,
 dig in the dancing queen
« Last Edit: December 31, 1969 06:00 pm CST by nythryll'ig »
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« Reply #16 on: November 20, 2003 04:57 pm CST »
lol.. Abba :P

Paint It, Black
The Rolling Stones

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colours anymore, I want them to turn back
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love, both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a newborn baby it just happens ev'ryday

I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and I must have it painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not forsee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the setting sun
My love will laugh with me before the morning comes

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colours anymore I want them to turn back
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I wanna see your face painted black, black as night, black as coal
Don't wanna see the sun, flying high in the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black, yea
« Last Edit: December 31, 1969 06:00 pm CST by xkenshinx »

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