Foreverxyours' Journals

friends forever

So we talked all night about the rest of our lives/ where weâ�™re gonna be when we turn 25/ I keep on thinking times will never change/ keep on thinking things will always be the same/ but when we leave this year we wonâ�™t be coming back/ no more hanging out cause weâ�™re on a different track/ and if you got something that you need to say/ you better say it right now/ cause you donâ�™t have another day/ cause weâ�™re moving on and we canâ�™t slow down/ these memories are playing like a without sound/ I keep thinking of that night in June/ didnâ�™t know much of love nut it came too soon/ and there was me and you and when we got real blue/ weâ�™d stay at home talking on the telephone/ weâ�™d get so excited and weâ�™d get so scared/ laughing at ourselves thinking lifeâ�™s not fair/ CHORUS: and this is how it feelsâ�¦/ as we go on, we remember/ all the times we, had together/ and as our lives change/ come whatever/ we will still be friends forever/ so if we get the big jobs and we make the big money/ when we look back at now will our jokes still be funny?/ will we still remember everything we learned in school/ still be trying to break every single rule?/ will little brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man?/ will heather find a job that wonâ�™t interfere with her tan?/ I keep- I keep thinking that itâ�™s not goodbye/ keep on thinking itâ�™s our time to fly/ CHORUS/ will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?/ can we survive it out there/ can we make it somehow?/ I guess I thought this would never end/ and suddenly itâ�™s like weâ�™re women and men/ will the past be a shadow that will follow us around/ will these memories fade when I leave this town?/ I keep- keep thinking that itâ�™s not goodbye/ keep on thinking itâ�™s our time to fly/ CHORUS/

To my Lost love forever

HINDER LYRICS

"Lips Of An Angel"

Honey why you calling me so late?

It's kinda hard to talk right now.

Honey why are you crying? Is everything okay?

I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud

Well, my girl's in the next room

Sometimes I wish she was you

I guess we never really moved on

It's really good to hear your voice say my name

It sounds so sweet

Coming from the lips of an angel

Hearing those words it makes me weak

And I never wanna say goodbye

But girl you make it hard to be faithful

With the lips of an angel

It's funny that you're calling me tonight

And, yes, I've dreamt of you too

And does he know you're talking to me

Will it start a fight

No I don't think she has a clue

Well my girl's in the next room

Sometimes I wish she was you

I guess we never really moved on

It's really good to hear your voice say my name

It sounds so sweet

Coming from the lips of an angel

Hearing those words it makes me weak

And I never wanna say goodbye

But girl you make it hard to be faithful

With the lips of an angel

It's really good to hear your voice say my name

It sounds so sweet

Coming from the lips of an angel

Hearing those words it makes me weak

And I never wanna say goodbye

But girl you make it hard to be faithful

With the lips of an angel

And I never wanna say goodbye

But girl you make it hard to be faithful

With the lips of an angel

Honey why you calling me so late?

B.Y.O.B.

Why do they always send the poor?
My god is of spiteful blood with morbid eels.
Victorious, victorious, steel,
Can you stand and kneel?
Marching forward hypocritic
and hypnotic computers.
You depend on our protection,

Yet you feed us lies from the table cloth.
la la la la la la la la la,
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.

kneeling roses disappearing,
into Moses' dry mouth,
breaking into Fort Knox,
stealing our intentions,
every city gripped in oil,
Crying FREEDOM!

Handed to obsoletion,
Still you feed us lies from the table cloth.
La la la la la la la la la,
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.

Blast off, its Party time,
And we all live in a fascist nation,
Blast off , its party time,
And where the fuck are you?
â�¦.. Yeah
Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?

Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor? [X4]

Kneeling roses disappearing,
into Moses' dry mouth,
breaking into Fort Knox,
stealing our intentions,
every city gripped in oil,
Crying FREEDOM!

Handed to obsoletion,
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth.
la la la la la la la la la,
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.

Where the fuck are you!
Where the fuck are you!

Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor? [X3]
Why, do, they always send the poor [X3]
They only send the poor [x2]

lady marmalade

Lady Marmalade (with Lil' Kim, Mya & Pink)
Written by B. Crewe, K. Nolan


Lil' Kim:

Where's all my soul sisters

Let me hear y'all flow sisters



Hey sister, go sister, soul sister, flow sister

Hey sister, go sister, soul sister, go sister



Mya:

He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge

Strutting her stuff on the street

She said, hello, hey Joe

You wanna give it a go, oh



Gitchi gitchi ya ya da da (hey hey hey)

Gitchi gitchi ya ya here (here oh)

Mocca chocolata ya ya (ooh yeah)

Creole Lady Marmalade (ohh)



Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir (oh oh)

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi (yeah yeah yeah yeah)



Pink:

He sat in her boudoir while she freshened up

Boy drank all that magnolia wine

On her black satin sheets

Is where he started to freak, yeah



Gitchi gitchi ya ya da da (da da yeah)

Gitchi gitchi ya ya here (ooh yeah yeah)

Mocca chocolata ya ya (yeah, yeah)

Creole Lady Marmalade, uh



Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir (ce soir)

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi (ooh)



Lil' Kim:

Yeah, yeah, aw

We come through with the money and the garter belts

Let 'em know we 'bout that cake, straight out the gate

We independent women, some mistake us for whores

I'm saying, why spend mine when I can spend yours

Disagree, well that's you and I'm sorry

I'ma keep playing these cats out like Atari

Wear high heeled shoes, getting love from the dudes

Four bad ass chicks from the Moulin Rouge

Hey sisters, soul sisters

Betta' get that dough sisters

We drink wine with diamonds in the glass

By the case, the meaning of expensive taste

We wanna gitchi gitchi ya ya (come on)

Mocca chocolata (what)

Creole Lady Marmalade



One more time, come on now



Marmalade (ooh)

Lady Marmalade (ooh yeah)

Marmalade (no ohh)



Christina:

Hey, hey, hey

Touch of her skin feeling silky smooth, oh

Color of cafe au lait, alright

Made the savage beast inside

Roar until he cried



More, more, more



Pink:

Now he's back home doing nine to five (nine to five)



Mya:

Living a gray flannel life



Christina:

But when he turns off to sleep, bad memories keep



More, more, more



Gitchi gitchi ya ya da da (da da)

Gitchi gitchi ya ya here (ohh)

Mocca chocolata ya ya (ooh)

Creole Lady Marmalade



Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir (ce soir)

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi (all my sisters, yeah)

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir (ce soir)

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi (ohh)



Come on, uh



Christina

Moulin

Pink

Lady Marmalade

Lil' Kim

Hey, hey, uh uh uh uh uh uh uh

Mya

Oh oh ohh

Rockwilder baby

Lady

Moulin Rouge

Oh ooh

Da dum da dum

Misdemeanor here



Creole Lady Marmalade, ooh yes