― vicky, Tuesday, 9 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― davel, Tuesday, 9 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Pinkpanther, Tuesday, 9 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Tom, Tuesday, 9 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― born clippy, Tuesday, 9 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
look sar - there ARE other words to it - jesus who'd have thought it
You can tell the world You never was my girl You can burn my clothes up when I'm gone Oh you can tell your friends Just what a fool I've been And laugh and joke about me on the phone
You can tell my arms Go back on to the farms You can tell my feet to hit the floor Or you can tell my lips To tell my fingertips They won't be reaching out for you no more
Don't tell my heart My achy breaky heart I just don't think it'd understand And if you tell my heart My achy breaky heart He might blow up and kill this man
Oooh
You can tell your ma' I've moved to Arkansa' You can tell your dog to bite my leg Or tell your brother Cliff Who's fist can tell my lip He never really liked me anyway
Or tell your Aunt Louise Tell anything you please Myself I'm ready No I'm not okay Or you can tell my eye To watch out for my mind It might be walking out on me one day
Oh!
― Stevie-D, Tuesday, 9 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
yeah i thought that until i went here - i could properly get into this shipping from japan and selling on lark - they have everything avaliable
not my joke but here goes
"what has three legs and lives on a farm"
― Chupa-Cabras, Tuesday, 9 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ned Raggett, Tuesday, 9 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)