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Our Dream (Parody of "Come Clean") Written by:

Воскресенье, 13 Марта 2005 г. 18:14 + в цитатник
Heidi все записи автора Our Dream (Parody of "Come Clean")
Written by: Nzinga Brown, Jessica Ireland and Elizabeth Wallis

Let's go back
Back to the beginning
Back to when you didn't have a contract of any kind

Cuz perfect
It would be so perfect
If I didn't hear your squeaky voice on the radio
Feel the pain

Let the lightning strike
And hit your head
Let hit so hard
That you are dead
Cause I wanna see you hurting and
Hear you scream
Let the lighning strike
That is our dream

Oh, that's our dream

Oh

You're shedding
Shedding every colour
Until all the pigment runs out and you'll be dead

Oh

Cuz perfect
It would be so perfect
If you were nothing but ashes in an urn
Feel the pain

Let the lightning strike
And hit your head
Let it hit so hard
That you are dead
Cuz I wanaa see you hurting and
Hear you scream
Let the lightning strike
That is our dream

Oh, that's our dream

(lightning)

That is our dream

Yeah

Let the lightning strike...
Let the lightning strike...

And kill you...

Let the lightning strike
And hit your head
Let it hit so hard
That you are dead
Cuz I wanna see you hurting and
Hear you scream
Let the lightning strike
That is our dream

Let's go back
Back to the beginning


Little Voice
Written By: Christine Carthy

I won't tell you what I'm thinking
'Cause I am so stupid; don't have a brain
You can't say I have a best friend, 'cause I am so hated I can't explain
Out of sight; what I want to be
The world does not revolve around me!

The little voice in my head won't let me forget
The little voice in my head is never misled
All of this noise doesn't keep me from making a mess
I shouldn't be an actress; and stop f***ing up the airwaves

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, yeah
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, yeah

When I see you I admit I start to lose my grip and all of my cool
Cause I have the attention span of a little fruit fly that's on the wall
You're always there
In my thoughts
You have the brains; you won't get it on

CHORUS

I know I sound insane
That's easy to explain
Cause my name's Hilary Duff
Got the IQ of a powder puff; ooooooooooooooooooo aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
The little voice
The little voice

CHORUS

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, yeah

The little voice

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, yeah

The little voice
Heidi

 

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