Best line from a song... (Page 4)

That reminds me- David Hasselhoff was looking for freedom too:

Edited by Stake 2005-08-11 3:00 PM

Wouldn't let me add the pic before:

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Edited by Stake 2005-08-11 3:02 PM

I have not yet begun to torture you.  Hold on a sec...

from "Love You Like A Man"
by Chris Smither

They all want you to rock them
like their back ain't got no bone
What you need is a man who can rock you
like your backbone was his own

He'd probably even go for a baggie of his stool. Hey...speaking of Aimee, look what I just found on CNN:

http://www.cnn.com/2005/SHOWBIZ/Music/08/11/diy.music.ap/index.html

do you think he'd settle for his dog's stool?  could he get away with a shadow box labeled "brett michael's dog's stool"?

i didn't get to read the article because i'm working (loosely translated), but i did scan it.  i have a friend whose boyfriend signed with righteous babe records.

We're leaving together

but still it's farewell 

and maybe we'll come back, to earth, who can tell? 

I guess there is no one to blame

we're leaving ground (leaving ground)will things ever be the same again?

It's the final countdown. The final countdown.

Oh, We're heading for Venus
and still we stand tall cause maybe they've seen us
and welcome us all 
with so many light years to go
and things to be found (to be found) 
I'm sure that we'll all miss her so
It's the final countdown.
The final countdown.
The final countdown (final countdown)
.oh...ohThe final countdown.oh...oh
It's the final countdown.
The final countdown.
The final countdown. (final countdown)
It's the final 

Sweet.  What's your address, I need to light something on fire...

I wanna be a cowboy

And you can be my cowgirl

- Boys Don't Cry (I think)

come with me on a journey beneath the skin
come with me on a journey under the skin
we will look together for the Pan within

"Wop bop a loo bop a lop bam boom!"

-Richard Wayne Penniman

Yeah...that's good, too. 

Love this one...

Cry baby boy, not tears of joy
the one you held is no longer your toy
She's got her new boots and her make up on
you can call her your friend
But not your lover again
she's made it clear as air that this affair is at an end
So what are you doing holding on?

Don't you see she's
rare, precious and she's gone
She's rare, precious and she's gone

She was soft in your hands, now she's shattered your plans
I'm sympathetic but you've got to understand
You tried to squeeze her somewhere
she just don't belong
She was being sincere when she breathed in your ear
as long as there were stars in the night sky she'd be near
Even angels get it wrong!

Won't you see she's
rare, precious and she's gone
She's rare, precious and she's gone

It's a subtle trap
seeding guilt in her mind
But she ain't taking your crap
this time
Boy you're out on a line...

She's a queen among women, a child among queens
the finest thing that your lovesick eyes have ever seen
She's a rose without a thorn
she's a peach, she's a prize
A gift in disguise
she's graceful and colourful and when she grows
she'll be wise
But most of all my friend, she's gone
gone, gone gone!

She's rare, precious and she's gone
rare, precious and she's gone
Yes, she's rare, precious and she's gone
she's rare, precious and she's gone
Gone, gone gone...
- The Waterboys

"want you covered want you smothered like my waffle house hash browns..."

Anyone? Anyone?