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LALALALALALAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

*five minutes of awkward silence*

That was terrible. Simply terrible.

off key falsetto, bleached blonde hair, sharpie eyebrows. I've seen it a million times, and everytime I hate it even more.

No Hollywood for you, get off the stage.

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The duel in Hotel of Burgundy—fought

By De Bergerac and a good-for-naught!

Wait while I choose my rhymes ... I have them now!

I gayly doff my beaver low,

And, freeing hand and heel,

My heavy mantle off I throw,

And I draw my polished steel;

Graceful as Phoebus, round I wheel,

Alert as Scaramouch,

A word in your ear, Sir Spark, I steal—

At the envoi's end, I touch!

Better for you had you lain low;

Where skewer my cock? In the heel?—

In the heart, your ribbon blue below?—

In the hip, and make you kneel?

Ho for the music of clashing steel!

—What now?—A hit? Not much!

'Twill be in the paunch the stroke I steal,

When, at the envoi, I touch.

Oh, for a rhyme, a rhyme in o?—

You wriggle, starch-white, my eel?

A rhyme! a rhyme! The white feather you SHOW!

Tac! I parry the point of your steel;

—The point you hoped to make me feel;

I open the line, now clutch

Your spit, Sir Scullion—slow your zeal!

At the envoi's end, I touch.

Envoi.

Prince, pray Heaven for your soul's weal!

I move a pace—lo, such! and such!

Cut over—feint!

What ho! You reel?

At the envoi's end, I touch!

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The duel in Hotel of Burgundy—fought

By De Bergerac and a good-for-naught!

Wait while I choose my rhymes ... I have them now!

I gayly doff my beaver low,

And, freeing hand and heel,

My heavy mantle off I throw,

And I draw my polished steel;

Graceful as Phoebus, round I wheel,

Alert as Scaramouch,

A word in your ear, Sir Spark, I steal—

At the envoi's end, I touch!

Better for you had you lain low;

Where skewer my cock? In the heel?—

In the heart, your ribbon blue below?—

In the hip, and make you kneel?

Ho for the music of clashing steel!

—What now?—A hit? Not much!

'Twill be in the paunch the stroke I steal,

When, at the envoi, I touch.

Oh, for a rhyme, a rhyme in o?—

You wriggle, starch-white, my eel?

A rhyme! a rhyme! The white feather you SHOW!

Tac! I parry the point of your steel;

—The point you hoped to make me feel;

I open the line, now clutch

Your spit, Sir Scullion—slow your zeal!

At the envoi's end, I touch.

Envoi.

Prince, pray Heaven for your soul's weal!

I move a pace—lo, such! and such!

Cut over—feint!

What ho! You reel?

At the envoi's end, I touch!

Original...but too original. Do you not understand that we're looking for America's newest POP idol? Go back to your D&D meeting, Lord Xavier.

No Hollywood for you.

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Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring

Banana phone

Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring

Banana phone

I've got this feeling

so appealing

for us to get together and sing - SING!

Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring

Banana phone

Ding dong ding dong ding dong ding

Donana phone

It grows in bunches

I've got my hunches

Its the best

beats the rest

cellular modular

interactivodular

Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring

Banana phone

Ping pong ping pong ping pong ping

Ponana phone

Its no baloney

It aint a phony

My cellular

Bananular phone

Don't need quarters

don't need dimes

to call a friend of mine

dont need computer or tv

to have a real good time

I'll call for pizza

I'll call my cat

I'll call the whitehouse, have a chat

I'll place a call around the world

Operator get me beijing jing jing jing

Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring

Banana phone

Ying yang ying yang ying yang ying

Yanana phone

It's a real live mama and papa phone

a brother and sister and a dogaphone

a grandpa phone and a grandma phone too - oh yeah

my cellular bananular phone

Banana phone

ring... ring... ring...

Its a phone with appeal (a peel)

Banana phone

ring... ring... ring...

Now you can have your phone and eat it too

Banana phone

ring... ring... ring...

This song drives me .... bananas

Banana phone

ring... ring... ring...

Bo ba do ba do do doob

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Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring

Banana phone

Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring

Banana phone

I've got this feeling

so appealing

for us to get together and sing - SING!

Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring

Banana phone

Ding dong ding dong ding dong ding

Donana phone

It grows in bunches

I've got my hunches

Its the best

beats the rest

cellular modular

interactivodular

Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring

Banana phone

Ping pong ping pong ping pong ping

Ponana phone

Its no baloney

It aint a phony

My cellular

Bananular phone

Don't need quarters

don't need dimes

to call a friend of mine

dont need computer or tv

to have a real good time

I'll call for pizza

I'll call my cat

I'll call the whitehouse, have a chat

I'll place a call around the world

Operator get me beijing jing jing jing

Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring

Banana phone

Ying yang ying yang ying yang ying

Yanana phone

It's a real live mama and papa phone

a brother and sister and a dogaphone

a grandpa phone and a grandma phone too - oh yeah

my cellular bananular phone

Banana phone

ring... ring... ring...

Its a phone with appeal (a peel)

Banana phone

ring... ring... ring...

Now you can have your phone and eat it too

Banana phone

ring... ring... ring...

This song drives me .... bananas

Banana phone

ring... ring... ring...

Bo ba do ba do do doob

CAN I BE YOUR AGENT

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skyyyyy rockets in flight, afternoon delight! afternoon delight

started out this morning feeling so polite~

i always though a fish could not be caught who wouldn't bite~

but you've got some bait a waitin' and I think I might try nibbling a little afternoon delight~~~

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Okay but I won't be very good XD

I like how GPS utilized Greek mythology! Perhaps he would be willing to work with my agent on the production of "Troy II" starring Aaron Carter. It's a musical

Siendra where did you get that t-shirt with the binary joke? I think my uncle would like one

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Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot.

He was not afraid to die, O brave Sir Robin!

He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways,

Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin!

He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp,

Or to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbows broken;

To have his kneecaps split, and his body burned away;

And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin!

His head smashed in and his heart cut out

And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged

And his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off

And his pen--

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Ain't That Cute

composed by Aaron Carter

Sung by Coop

Oh yeah, ain't that cute!

My mama told me I'm too young to love

But I know what I know and I can't get enough

I'm thinking 'bout you and me holding hands

Pushing you on a swing, we can do anything

'Cause when I think of you all I know

Is that there's nothing I won't do to be with you

Chorus:

Ain't that cute, holding hands in the park

Ain't that cute, can't stay late after dark

Ain't that cute, was it love from the start

Ain't that cute, I could swear you stole my heart

Ain't that cute

I often wonder the meaning of love

Is it something meant for just grown-ups

Nick always told me just to follow my dreams

But with love on my mind it's so hard to see

And still I think of you all I know

Is that there's nothing I won't do to be with you

Chorus

It's true if I'm wrong

Then tell me girl what I should do

Or would you even care

If I told you love could be so simple

Between me and you

Oh, tell me...

Chorus

Ain't that cute

Ain't that cute

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Blame it on the Chutes and Ladders we use to play, as kids

Where everything could come crashing down and it al-ways did

Where no matter how high we got the bottom was always a turn away

So blame it on the Chutes and Ladders we use to play

Blame it on the chutes

And blame it on the chutes

And blame it on the Chutes and the Ladders

Blame it on the chutes

And blame it on the chutes

And blame it on the Chutes and the Ladders

Fire burns the flesh and cold will freeze

And love spreads its rotting, wasting, heartbreaking disease

Well I'm done with love songs and the same old clichés

Just blame it on the Chutes and Ladders we use to play

Blame it on the chutes

And blame it on the chutes

And blame it on the Chutes and the Ladders

Blame it on the chutes

And blame it on the chutes

And blame it on the Chutes and the Ladders

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