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 Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 11:04 am
*sidles up beside Miss Lemmings and starts bouncing along with her* Hey, I'm Richard.
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 11:15 am
She says she's no good with words but I'm worse
Barely stuttered out
"A joke of a romantic" or stuck to my tongue
Weighed down with words too over-dramatic
Tonight it's "it can't get much worse"
Vs. "no one should ever feel like.."
I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I'll write them
So you need them just to get by
[Whispered:] We're going into D-Minor
Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you'd love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me
You always fold just before you're found out
Drink up its last call
Last resort
But only the first mistake and I...
I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I'll write them
So you need them just to get by
Why don't you show me the little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress, love
Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you'd love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me
Why don't you show me the little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress (mattress, mattress)
I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me
Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you'd love to lead
Dance this is the way they'd love (way they'd love)
Dance this is the way they'd love (way they'd love)
Dance this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me
Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 11:17 am
Hi Richard! I'm Lemmings... or Kirsty...? Nice too meet you! *bounces more*
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 11:18 am
*turns up the music player, takes a swig of a fine concoction and sits down to rests*
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 11:30 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 11:35 am
Nice to meet you too! *continues bouncing* Can I get you anything. *waves to Rachel* Heyyyy, Rachel.
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 11:40 am
Hey R.A.C.H.E.L.! OMG IT'S DANCE PARTY TIME!!
Way back yonder a long time ago
Daddy had a man called Cotton-Eyed Joe
Blew into town on a travelin' show
Nobody danced like the Cotton-Eyed Joe
Cotton-Eyed Joe, Cotton-Eyed Joe
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you come from, Cotton-Eyed Joe?
Mama's at the window, Mama's at the door
She can't see nothin' but the Cotton-Eyed Joe
Daddy held the fiddle, I held the bow
We beat the hell out of Cotton-Eyed Joe
Cotton-Eyed Joe, Cotton-Eyed Joe
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you come from, Cotton-Eyed Joe?
Made himself a fiddle, made himself a bow
Made a little tune called the Cotton-Eyed Joe
Hadn't oughta been for the Cotton-Eyed Joe
I'd a-been married some forty years ago
Cotton-Eyed Joe, Cotton-Eyed Joe
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you come from, Cotton-Eyed Joe?
Whenever there's dance all the women want to go
And they all want to dance with the Cotton-Eyed Joe
Daddy won't say but I think he knows
Whatever happened to the Cotton-Eyed Joe
Cotton-Eyed Joe, Cotton-Eyed Joe
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you come from, Cotton-Eyed Joe?
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 11:48 am
DarkPisces Nice to meet you too! *continues bouncing* Can I get you anything. *waves to Rachel* Heyyyy, Rachel. Hey.^.^Hyper?
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 11:49 am
*wakes up from where Isel left her last night*
Mmmmm *yawn*
Hey everyone! Um, what time is it? *scratches eyes*
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 11:59 am
It's dead in here...
*feels a hangover from drinking too much rum* owwie...
*goes to bar to make a prairie oyster*
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 12:01 pm
Jironimo Kasumi It's dead in here... *feels a hangover from drinking too much rum* owwie... *goes to bar to make a prairie oyster* Hi.
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 12:01 pm
*winks at Miss Kasumi* It's party time! And also around 3 PM US Eastern Standard. *nods to Rachel* Yes. Very.
*bounces on over to the bar and sits on a stool* Hey, Barkeep! How goes? What's good here?
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 12:05 pm
*still feeling effects of hangover*
*slaps face a little*
Uhh... Everything is good! What's your poison?
Today's Special: Halo-Halo (Filipino Mixed-Fruit Shake)
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 12:13 pm
*throws flour all over the room then rolls on floor*
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 12:17 pm
*Joins Rachel and rolls on floor*
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