by hlsmith » Sun Jul 11, 2010 4:39 pm
She trotted proudly outside my bedroom window. She was showing off the fruits of her tack room raid. A single carrot. But she flaunted that carrot like it was some kind of status symbol. She was arrogant, disrespectfull, excentric, and the best part, She was MINE!
BOYS ARE WAFFLES,
GIRLS ARE SPAGETTI So boycott love So put your hands in the air
Detox just to retoxAnd don't make a sound
And I promise you anythingBut don't get the wrong idea
For another shot at lifeWe're gonna shoot you
Perfect boys with their We're gonna shoot you!
Perfect livesNobody wants to here you sing about tradgedy.Fall Out Boy
Like a Ross
Avatar(c) me
Crybaby(c) Pete Wentz, Fall Out Boy, and Fall Out Toy Works.