ACT YOUR OLD AGE
RELAX — THIS WON'T HURT.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
SONG FOR A SHUNNED THURSDAY
"You won't talk, won't look, won't think of me
I'm the epitome of public enemy
Why you wanna go and do me like that?
Come down on the street and dance with me
I'm a lot like you so please, hello, I'm here, I'm waiting
I think I'd be good for you and you'd be good for me."
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