Several mistakes. Firstly its "I want your whiskey mouth all over my blomde South" not self. Secondly its "and a filthy shout" not pout. Thirdly the entire bridge is wrong its " Tonight bring your friends because a group does it better. Why river with a pair lets have a full house of leather. fourthly its "you've got to earn your leather in this part of town" not earn your love. fifthly its "Dirty pearls and a patch for all the Remington Rebels" not a patch for all the girls. sixthly its "Whip me slap me, punk funk, New York clubbers, bump drunk, Budlite liquors, bar slam,. seventhly its "Move it this is your jam, Wash the night with St. J-ameson, Like a baptism. Heavy metal lovers play, Because we were born this way.
Who the F cares. It's a stupid song about sex by immature people who wouldn't know real love if it walked up to them and introduced itself. It's about booze and sex and wild times that must become mundane and feel empty after sooooo much time spent with practically nameless people...most of whom are lonely and NEED others to feel good about themsevles. The most pathetic bar experience I've ever had happened about a year ago when a club was closing and a guy probably 20 years younger than I asked me to go home with him while I was...
Who the F cares. It's a stupid song about sex by immature people who wouldn't know real love if it walked up to them and introduced itself. It's about booze and sex and wild times that must become mundane and feel empty after sooooo much time spent with practically nameless people...most of whom are lonely and NEED others to feel good about themsevles. The most pathetic bar experience I've ever had happened about a year ago when a club was closing and a guy probably 20 years younger than I asked me to go home with him while I was waiting for my girlfriends to come out of the bathroom. He didn't know me. I didn't know him. We had never spoken, but had danced just once. I could have been Jill the Ripper. I could have had an STD. He didn't know, and he didn't care. THAT was pathetic. ANYONE can get laid. 500 lb people can stand on a street corner; advertise; and get laid by some schmuck. It's no biggie, people. It's PATHETIC. And it's even more pathetic when you get in your 40's and begin to hang out at clubs alone while everyone else is IN LOVE and married with kids! So screw the lyrics. It's a STOOOOPID song.
Several mistakes. Firstly its "I want your whiskey mouth all over my blomde South" not self. Secondly its "and a filthy shout" not pout. Thirdly the entire bridge is wrong its " Tonight bring your friends because a group does it better. Why river with a pair lets have a full house of leather. fourthly its "you've got to earn your leather in this part of town" not earn your love. fifthly its "Dirty pearls and a patch for all the Remington Rebels" not a patch for all the girls. sixthly its "Whip me slap me, punk funk, New York clubbers, bump drunk, Budlite liquors, bar slam,. seventhly its "Move it this is your jam, Wash the night with St. J-ameson, Like a baptism. Heavy metal lovers play, Because we were born this way.
Correction to your correction: The correct lyric is, "Dirty Pearls and a patch for all the Rivington Rebels."
Correction to your correction: The correct lyric is, "Dirty Pearls and a patch for all the Rivington Rebels."
Who the F cares. It's a stupid song about sex by immature people who wouldn't know real love if it walked up to them and introduced itself. It's about booze and sex and wild times that must become mundane and feel empty after sooooo much time spent with practically nameless people...most of whom are lonely and NEED others to feel good about themsevles. The most pathetic bar experience I've ever had happened about a year ago when a club was closing and a guy probably 20 years younger than I asked me to go home with him while I was...
Who the F cares. It's a stupid song about sex by immature people who wouldn't know real love if it walked up to them and introduced itself. It's about booze and sex and wild times that must become mundane and feel empty after sooooo much time spent with practically nameless people...most of whom are lonely and NEED others to feel good about themsevles. The most pathetic bar experience I've ever had happened about a year ago when a club was closing and a guy probably 20 years younger than I asked me to go home with him while I was waiting for my girlfriends to come out of the bathroom. He didn't know me. I didn't know him. We had never spoken, but had danced just once. I could have been Jill the Ripper. I could have had an STD. He didn't know, and he didn't care. THAT was pathetic. ANYONE can get laid. 500 lb people can stand on a street corner; advertise; and get laid by some schmuck. It's no biggie, people. It's PATHETIC. And it's even more pathetic when you get in your 40's and begin to hang out at clubs alone while everyone else is IN LOVE and married with kids! So screw the lyrics. It's a STOOOOPID song.
BringOntheMusic2012 is right stupid song for stupid people...
BringOntheMusic2012 is right stupid song for stupid people...