lördag, november 25

Paris

Jag förstår inte vad alla människor har emot Paris Hilton.
Absolut inte.
Jag förstår heller inte varför jag gillar henne.
Absolut inte.
Skrämmande, men jag tycker hon är hel cool.
Säkert bara för att hon anammar Bimbo stylen
fast samtidigt är super glammig.
Me like.


Sen är kanske inte Screwed hennes bästa låt,
men idag kändes den rätt.

Please don't let it begin
You're under my skin
Same old story
Boy meets girl
And she falls much harder than him
Baby, where's the glory

If all night, all night
Your attention's not mine
Please don't let me in
You're under my skin
It's a sin
Cause you're starting to win

Since I'm already screwed
Here's a message to you
My heart's wide open
And I'm just not gettin' through
To the lover in you
And I'm still hopin'
That tonight, tonight
You're gonna turn down the lights
And give me a little more room
Just to prove it to you
What do I gotta do

Just push her aside
She's not your type
So cliche, when
A boy falls under the spell
Of a woman from Hell
It's hard to take

Tell me that you do
Tell me that you do
Tell me that you wanna take my number
There will come a day
A hazy day in May
Or a storm in mid-December
When you need someone
Just to have a little fun
Then I could be the perfect girl for you
Then you'll need someone
Just to have a little fun
And I could be the perfect girl for you to ruin...

I'm screwed

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