Got those moods a swinging, tears a slinging, nothing fits me, when it hits me, ranting, raving, misbehaving, PMS blues.
I can't do nothing just a little.
I am not gay, but if I were, I would be the first one running out of the closet.
A peacock that rests on his feathers is just another turkey.
Mine is a jealous heart, imagines things that never are.
Poor little Britney Spears and Lindsay Lohan... If those little girls slept with as many men as they say in the tabloids, why their little butts would have more fingerprints than the FBI! I kinda feel sorry for them. We should give those two a break.