January 12, 2008

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Happy Birthday To Me

I’m 23 today and working from 5am until 3.30pm.. that is, right now.

To celebrate this, I’m at Guba.com watching online tv. Search for man stroke woman, a british sketch show that is quite funny.

My music theme for the day is Arctic Monkeys.

In a foreign place, the saving grace was the feeling,
That it was a heart that he was stealing,
Oh he was ready to impress and the fierce excitement,
The eyes are bright he couldnt wait to get away,
I bet the juliet was just the icing on the cake,
Make no mistake no,

And even if somehow we could have shown you the place you wanted,

Well I’m sure you could have made it that bit better on your own,
And I bet she told a million people that she’d stay in touch,
Well all the little promises they dont mean much,
When theres memories to be made,
And I hope you’re holding hands by new years eve,
They made it far too easy to believe,
That true romance cant be acheived these days,

And even if somebody could have shown you the place you wanted,
Well I sure you could have made it that bït better on your own,
You are the only ones who know

Running off over next doors garden
Before the hour is done
It’s more a question of feeling
Than it is a question of fun
The confidence is the balaclava
I’m sure you’ll baffle ‘em good
Will the ending reek of salty cheeks
And runny makeup alone

Or will blood run down the face
Of a boy bewildered and scorned
And you’ll find yourself in a skirmish
And you wish you’d never been born
And you tie yourself to the tracks
And there isn’t no going back
And it’s wrong wrong wrong
But we’ll do it anyway cause we love a bit of trouble

Are you pulling her from a burning building
Or throwing her to the sharks
Can only hope that the ending is as pleasurable as the start
The confidence is the balaclava, i’m sure you baffle ‘em straight
And its wrong wrong wrong, she can hardly wait

That’s right, he won’t let her out his sight
Now the shaggers perform
And the daggers are drawn
Who’s the crooks in this crime?

That’s right, he won’t let her out his sight
Now the shaggers perform
And the daggers are drawn
Who’s the crooks in this….
Crime!

That’s right, he wont let her out his sight
That’s right, he wont let her out his sight
That’s right, he wont let her out his sight

You’ll be able to post any day of the most
For the sights of all time

You knew that it’d be trouble right before the very first kiss
Quiet and assuming but you heard that they were the naughtiest
She pleaded with you to take it off
But you resïsted and fought
Sorry sweetheart, I’d much rather keep on the balaclava