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2007-11-02 5:12 PM video of the day...nickleback dirty little video for a dirty little girl...(yeah right...lol)
oops, been forgetting the lyrics so here you go! NICKLEBACK Figured You Out I like your pants around your feet I like the dirt that's on your knees I like the way you still say please While you're looking up at me You're like my favourite damn disease I love the places that we go I love the people that you know I love the way you can't say no Too many long lines in a row I love the powder on your nose And now I know who you are It wasn't that I Just figured you out And now I know who you are It wasn't that I Just figured you out I love the freckles on your chest I like the way you like me best I like the way you're not impressed While you put me to the test I like the wine stains on your dress I love the way you pass the check I love the good times that you wreck I love to like your self respect While you're passed out on the deck I love my hands around your neck And now I know who you are It wasn't that I Just figured you out And now I know who you are It wasn't that I Just figured you out I love your pants around your feet I love the dirt that's on your knees I love the way you still say please While you're looking up at me You're like my favourite damn disease I hate the places that we go I hate the people that you know I hate the way you can't say no Too many long lines in a row I hate the powder on your nose And now I know who you are It wasn't that I Just figured you out And now I know who you are It wasn't that I Just figured you out Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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