oooops....so you've noticed then :blink:

:lol: :lol: :lol:

 

I think even he will notice. :lol:

I think even he will notice. :lol:

 

 

I'm not so sure....he's a man Nada :P :lol: :lol:

 

I'm not so sure....he's a man Nada :P :lol: :lol:

 

:rofl: Oh, I know what you're trying to say... :lol:

:rofl: Oh, I know what you're trying to say... :lol:

 

 

Yep....and he will probably take that as a compliment :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:

Yep....and he will probably take that as a compliment :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:

 

Oh... :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:

:o Do I sense Filth on my forum? :nono: :nono: :nono:

:o Do I sense Filth on my forum? :nono: :nono: :nono:

 

We are good girls. :angel:

:o Do I sense Filth on my forum? :nono: :nono: :nono:

 

 

:o :o Where????

:o :o Where????

 

:lol:

Just checking. ;) :P

:P

Just checking. ;) :P

 

In here everything is fine. :D :lol:

Yep....as always ^_^

*waiting* :smoke: :drink: :hic:

Some might be done later on tonight :smoke:

Some might be done later on tonight :smoke:

 

:rolleyes: I speak English you know :smoke:

Some might be done later on tonight :smoke:

 

Ok, I hope so Scotty. ;)

 

:rolleyes: I speak English you know :smoke:

 

:rofl: :rofl: :rofl:

We'll reach 200 000 posts by the time Scotty posts his #1 Robbie song :unsure: :lol:

:rofl: Yes, we will. :lol:

 

Come on Scotty, wake up! :yahoo:

Hmm :thinking:

 

I might do a song. :dance:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hmm, but I don't know. <_<

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

41. Life Thru A Lens

Released: 1997 (Life Thru A Lens)

 

'Wake Up On Sunday Morning' :dance: :dance: :dance:

 

Such a great brit-pop like song. :wub: Brilliant witty lyrics, fantastic music and such a great sing-along. :dance: Apperently about Tara palmer tomkinson :lol: :rolleyes:

 

Wake up on Sunday morning

And everything feels so boring

Is that where it ends

With your life thru a lens

 

Hair is the new hat, brown is the new black

She shouldn't wear this, he shouldn't wear that

Pleasure at leisure make mine a double measure with friends

Fashion tardis down at Que Vadis

Who laughs the longest who drives the hardest

Pleasure at leisure make mine a double measure with friends

 

Just because I ain't double barrelled

Don't mean I haven't travelled well

Can't you tell!

Oh now it's quite appalling

Your conversation is boring as hell, oh well!

 

Wake up on Sunday morning

And everything feels so boring

Is that where it ends

With your life thru a lens

And now you're boyfriend's suspicious

So go home and wash the dishes

And wash them well so he can't tell

 

She's looking real drab just out of rehab

I'm talking football she's talking ab fab

Your clothes are very kitch

Just because your daddy is rich

You sound so funny with your voice all plummy

Now your cheque's just bounced better run to your mummy

And you know it's a class act she'll never ask for it back

 

Just because I ain't double barelled

Don't mean I haven't travelled well

Can't you tell!

Mix with the local gentry and don't crash Tarquin's Bentley

I'll take the bends with our life thru a lens

You're scared of the poor and needy

Is that why you're all inbreedy?

They're just like you, they need love too

 

Wake up on Sunday morning

And everything feels so boring

Is that where it ends

With your life thru a lens

And now you're boyfriend's suspicious

So go home and wash the dishes

And wash them well so he can't tell