This is a story of me, my life and my experience.
I'm MIcheLlE.
I am not held responsible for any forms of vulgar comments and personal opinions in this blog.
Read it at your own risk, by all means,
If you find it offensive and inappropriate,
Dear you, just simple, DON'T read.
~P.E.r.I.o.d~
(Wednesday, October 15, 2008-)
+7:34 PM]*
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Oh I've had a little bit too much
All of the people start to rush
Caught In a twisted dance
Can't find my drink or man
Where are my keys,
I lost my phone..phone~~
What's going on the floor?
I love this record baby
But I can’t see straight anymore
Keep it cool,
what's the name of this club?
I can't remember but it's alright,
I'm alright
Just dance,
gonna be okay
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance,
spin that record babe
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance,
gonna be okay
Duh-duh-duh-duh
Dance, dance, dance!
Wish I could shut my playboy mouth
How'd I turn my shirt inside out?
Control your poison babe
Roses with thorns they say
And we're all gettin' hosed tonight
When I come through on the dance floor checkin' out that catalogue
Can’t believe my eyes
so many women without a flaw
And I ain’t gonn' give it up,
steady tryna pick it up like the car
I'mma hit it, I'mma hit it and flex until the 'til done until tomorr'
yeah...Show me I can see that you got so much energy
The way you twirling up them hips round and round
There’s no reason, I know why you can’t leave here with me
In the meantime stand, let me watch you break it down
Just dance.
And the story ends like this...period.
By: M i c [ H e L L ] e .
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