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You Oughta Know - Alanis Morissette
I want you to know that I'm happy for you
I wish nothing but the best for you both
An older version of me
Is she perverted like me?
Would she go down on you in a theater?
Does she speak eloquently
And would she have your baby
I'm sure she'd make a really excellent mother
Cause the love that you gave that we made
Wasn't able to make it enough for you to be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me you'd hold me
Until you died, 'til you died
But you're still alive
And I'm here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know
You seem very well, things look peaceful
I'm not quite as well, I thought you should know
Did you forget about me Mr. Duplicity
I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner
It was a slap in the face how quickly I was replaced
And are you thinking of me when you fuck her
Cause the love that you gave that we made
Wasn't able to make it enough for you to be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me you'd hold me
Until you died, 'til you died
But you're still alive
And I'm here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know
Cause the joke that you laid in the bed that was me
And i'm not going to fade
As soon as you close your eyes and you know it
And everytime I scratch my nails down someone else's back
I hope you feel it ... well can you feel it?
And I'm here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know
Realmente, é impressionante como já nada em vós os dois me afecta. Sejam muito felizes. Para o macho, vê lá se ganhas juízo, nem todas as mulheres têm a mesma paciência que eu tenho ( esta poderá ter por pura necessidade ).
Para a fêmea... tinhas de comer o que eu deixei no prato. Cuidado com a linha! Restos não são uma boa alimentação.
LOL
I want you to know that I'm happy for you
I wish nothing but the best for you both
An older version of me
Is she perverted like me?
Would she go down on you in a theater?
Does she speak eloquently
And would she have your baby
I'm sure she'd make a really excellent mother
Cause the love that you gave that we made
Wasn't able to make it enough for you to be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me you'd hold me
Until you died, 'til you died
But you're still alive
And I'm here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know
You seem very well, things look peaceful
I'm not quite as well, I thought you should know
Did you forget about me Mr. Duplicity
I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner
It was a slap in the face how quickly I was replaced
And are you thinking of me when you fuck her
Cause the love that you gave that we made
Wasn't able to make it enough for you to be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me you'd hold me
Until you died, 'til you died
But you're still alive
And I'm here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know
Cause the joke that you laid in the bed that was me
And i'm not going to fade
As soon as you close your eyes and you know it
And everytime I scratch my nails down someone else's back
I hope you feel it ... well can you feel it?
And I'm here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know
Realmente, é impressionante como já nada em vós os dois me afecta. Sejam muito felizes. Para o macho, vê lá se ganhas juízo, nem todas as mulheres têm a mesma paciência que eu tenho ( esta poderá ter por pura necessidade ).
Para a fêmea... tinhas de comer o que eu deixei no prato. Cuidado com a linha! Restos não são uma boa alimentação.
LOL
posted by Chronic Writer at 11:47 da tarde
4 Comments:
Tu pá, apesar de teres razão, és uma ruinzinha pá, hi hi... nem sabes.
eles deviam era ser passados a ferro pelo 50 que era mais giro, divertido para todos e poderiamos chamar-lhe um acidente de trabalho, pelo menos para a fêmea, ah espera, o 50 n passa no Monsanto, esquece...
ó pá sinceramente! que falta de respeito aqui no meu blog!
que falta de consideração para com as senhoras que trabalham no monsanto!
:P
drake
meninas não sejam assim...
M.
tens razão meu querido. as senhoras que trabalham no monsanto são prostitutas. trabalham na mais velha profissão do mundo e deveriam ser mais respeitadas.
esta menina de quem falo é, sim, uma grande p*t*.
tenho dito.
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