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ah.. yksin alakerrassa..Sunnuntai 18.01.2015 00:37

You saw me comin', you had my number
But you don't want me, could you be dumber?
Your eyes are flashin', your lips are willin'
But I'm a patsy for the killin'

You're so beautiful, so unforgettable
You think that I'd do most anything

Love is for dreamers, love is for believers
Love is for losers, love is for suckers
Love is for suckers, love is for suckers

Listen, I'm not some poor fool, won't jump through your hoop
Ain't gonna crawl, girl, to that I won't stoop
So if you want me, you'll have to get me
And if you're willin' I'll be ready

You're so beautiful, so unforgettable
To me that just don't mean anythin'

Love is for dreamers, love is for believers
Love is for losers, love is for suckers
Love is for suckers, love is for suckers

Listen, well, well, well, if it isn't little 'Miss Perfect'
And to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?
You wanna get back together? You do, huh?
Well, listen honey, I'm just not interested

You'll what? You will?
With your heels on?
Oh no, come on, babe, let's go
Here I go again

You're so beautiful, so unforgettable
You know that I'll do most anything

Love is for dreamers, love is for believers
Love is for losers, love is for suckers
Love is for suckers, love is for suckers

Listen, love is for suckers, love is for suckers
Sucker fight me, sucker fight you
Love is for suckers
Always be suckers and do most anything

I wanna be a sucker
Love is for suckers
I'm a sucker, you're a sucker
He's a sucker, she's a sucker
Love is for suckers

Would you like to be a sucker
To be sucker?
Love is for suckers, yeah, yeah
Sucker

simple as fuckSunnuntai 11.01.2015 20:01

I was born in Dixieland
Unreconsrtucted till the end
In Carolina I was raised by my grandaddy and my daddy's ways
They both taught me right from wrong
How to fight and how to get along
But my own life is almost gone - in Southern ground I belong.
My final hour is drawing near
So friend come sit by me right here
Lets laugh and talk about our lives and the good ol days before I die.
Please give your word this vow you'll keep,
when I return to earth to sleep
Let me dream forever under Southern land
With a Dixie flag tied in my hand.

Friend when my time is come,
before they lay me down to rest
Friend in my time of darkness,
Please grant me just this one last request
Dixieland is where I wanna make my final stand
I dont care if I'm in a box or not when they lay me down
Just bury me in Southern ground.

One last look at the countryside before I close my weary eyes.
Southern air for my last breath.
Oh come my sweet angel of death!
Sing Dixie while they bury me, so I'll hear it for eternity.
I can feel the reapers touch!
ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Friend when my time is come,
before they lay me down to rest
Friend in my time of darkness,
Please grant me just this one last request
Dixieland is where I wanna make my final stand
I dont care if I'm in a box or not when they lay me down
Just bury me in Southern ground.

(Oh I wish I was in the Land of Cotton)

Dixieland is where I wanna make my final stand.
I dont care if I'm in a box or not when they lay me down
Just bury me in Southern ground.
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