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We are not your kind of people
You seem kind of phony
Everything's a lie
We are not your kind of people
Something in your makeup
Don't see eye to eye
We are not your kind of people
Don't want to be like you
Ever in our lives
We are not your kind of people
We find when you start talking
There's nothing but white noise
Garbage - Not your kind of people
Ohh, I'm just a spaceship coming from the sky
I'm a lover not a fighter
But I love it when you want me to fight
I love the rough stuff baby
Let's get down and do it again
I'm never gonna smile when I look right into the lens
Hot bodies newly oiled for you
I'm sexually enlightened
Don't be frightened, I know just what to do
I'm at an upstate party where the girls are all champagne and wine
All the foundation makeup in the world won't cover those lines
EURINGER - Detroit and Only Half Way Thru the Tour
Oh, what are you really looking for?
Another partner in your life
To abuse and to adore?
Is it lovey dovey stuff?
Do you need a bit of rough?
Get on your knees
Yeah, turn down the love songs that you hear
'Cause you can't avoid the sentiment
That echoes in your ear
Saying love will stop the pain
Saying love will kill the fear
Do you believe?
You must believe
Robbie Williams - Supreme
He bag production, he got walrus gumboot
He got Ono sideboard, he one spinal cracker
He got feet down below his knee
Hold you in his armchair, you can feel his disease
Beatles - Come Together
Ah-ah
Screamin′ for me baby
Ah-ah
Like you're gonna die
Ah-ah
Poison on the inside
I could be your antidote tonight
I could play the doctor
I can cure your disease
If you were a sinner
I could make you believe
Lay you down like one, two, three
Eyes roll back in ecstasy
I can smell your sickness, I can cure ya
Cure your disease
Lady Gaga - Disease
An amazing feeling coming through...
I was born to love you
With every single beat of my heart
Yes, I was born to take care of you
Every single day of my life
You are the one for me, I am the man for you
You were made for me, you're my ecstasy
If I was given every opportunity I'd kill for your love
So take a chance with me
Let me romance with you
I'm caught in a dream, and my dreams come true
It's so hard to believe this is happening to me
An amazing feeling coming through...
Freddie Mercury - I Was Born to Love You
Tonight
I wanna give it all to you
In the darkness
There's so much I wanna do
And tonight
I wanna lay it at your feet
'Cause, girl, I was made for you
And, girl, you were made for me
I was made for lovin' you, baby
You were made for lovin' me
And I can't get enough of you, baby
Can you get enough of me?
KISS - I Was Made for Lovin’ You
Candle light and soul forever
A dream of you and me together
Say you believe it, say you believe it
Free your mind of doubt and danger
Be for real, don't be a stranger
We can achieve it, we can achieve it
Come a little bit closer, baby
Get it on, get it on
'Cause tonight is the night, when two become one
Spice Girls - 2 Become 1
Death is everywhere
There are flies on the windscreen
For a start
Reminding us
We could be torn apart
Tonight
Death is everywhere
There are lambs for the slaughter
Waiting to die
And I can sense
The hours slipping by
Tonight
Depeche Mode - Fly on the Windscreen
You suck my blood like a leech
You break the law and you breach
Screw my brain till it hurts
You've taken all my money - you still want more,
Misguided old mule
With your pigheaded rules
With your narrow - minded cronies who are fools of the first division-
Death on two legs -
You're tearing me apart,
Death on two legs
You never had a heard of your own -
Kill joy, Bad guy,
Big talking, Small fry
You're just an old barrow - boy
Have you found a new toy to replace me,
Can you face me -
But now you can kiss my ass goodbye
Queen - Death on Two Legs
Are you hungry?
Are you sick?
Are you begging for a break?
Are you sweet?
Are you fresh?
Are you strung up by the wrists?
We want the young blood
Are you fracturing?
Are you torn at the seams?
Would you do anything?
Flea-bitten, moth eaten?
We suck young blood
We suck young blood
Radiohead - We Suck Young Blood
When your belly's empty
And the hunger's so real
And you're too proud to beg
And too dumb to steal
You search the city
For your only friend
No-one would you see
You ask yourself, 'Who could it be?
'A solitary voice to speak out and set me free'
I hate to say it
I hate to say it
But it's probably me
Sting & Eric Clapton - It's Probably Me