Sometimes.........................

Mr Ripper · **Posted:** Thu May 01, 2008 11:34 am

It's not the way you lead me
By the hand into the bedroom
It's not the way you throw your clothes
Upon the bathroom floor

Been thinking about you
I just couldn't wait to see
Fling my arms around you
As we fall in ecstacy

Ooh sometimes
The truth is harder than the pain inside yeah
Ooh sometimes
It's the broken heart that decides

It's not the way that you caress me
Toy with my affection
It's not my sense of emptiness
You fill with your desire

Climb in bed beside me
We can lock the world outside
Touch me, satisfy me
Warm your body next to mine

Ooh sometimes..

:uhoh:

thornleypoolie · **Joined:** Wed Jan 02, 2008 7:10 pm **Posts:** 1101

Bit of a clauset bender are you???

Mr Ripper · **Posted:** Thu May 01, 2008 1:14 pm

thornleypoolie wrote:

Bit of a clauset bender are you???

I suppose that depends on what "clauset" means.

Although you seem to know where the lyrics are from so...

Gibsons Beard · **Posted:** Thu May 01, 2008 1:17 pm

PMSL

thornleypoolie · **Joined:** Wed Jan 02, 2008 7:10 pm **Posts:** 1101

I seem to remember you playing the greatest hits on the way to sheff wed earlier this season, and wouldn't let anyone change the cd. :laugh:

Mr Ripper · **Posted:** Thu May 01, 2008 1:35 pm

I'd borrowed it from Dibble cos he recommended it and said that we should listen to it for luck. :uhoh:

And he said that it was your favourite which you make him play in the bedroom. bbolt

thornleypoolie · **Joined:** Wed Jan 02, 2008 7:10 pm **Posts:** 1101

Thats funny because it was him i borrowed it from, didn't get to listen to it as he realised there was a kebeb shop opposite where i lived! :grin:

Mr Ripper · **Posted:** Thu May 01, 2008 1:38 pm

So we're agreed then?

Dibble is a bummer.

thornleypoolie · **Joined:** Wed Jan 02, 2008 7:10 pm **Posts:** 1101

And he likes kebebs rolfl

Mr Ripper · **Posted:** Thu May 01, 2008 1:45 pm

thornleypoolie wrote:

And he likes kebebs rolfl

Especially spit roasted.

He has a thing for being spit roasted.

Mr Ripper · **Posted:** Thu May 01, 2008 2:15 pm

Nobodys Hero wrote:

Oh foook. And to think you two are adults. :roll:

You're right.

He really shouldn't have any excuse for spelling kebab incorrectly. :laugh:

thornleypoolie · **Joined:** Wed Jan 02, 2008 7:10 pm **Posts:** 1101

sorry the illiteracy slips in now and again, only started happening since i started standing with ripper at pools, the language is cutting!!

now where's that family stand? rolfl

Spender · **Posted:** Thu May 01, 2008 4:36 pm

They're right about the bummer bit though eh?? :wink:

MutleyRules · **Posted:** Thu May 01, 2008 6:51 pm

You leave in the morning
With everything you own
In a little black case
Alone on a platform
The wind and the rain
On a sad and lonely face

Mother will never understand
Why you had to leave
But the answers you seek
Will never be found at home
The love that you need
Will never be found at home

Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.

Pushed around and kicked around
Always a lonely boy
You were the one
That theyd talk about around town
As they put you down

And as hard as they would try
Theyd hurt to make you cry
But you never cried to them
Just to your soul
No you never cried to them
Just to your soul

Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.

Cry , boy, cry...

You leave in the morning
With everything you own
In a little black case
Alone on a platform
The wind and the rain
On a sad and lonely face

Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.

I've got there Autographs!!!! :uhoh:

Montpoolier · **Posted:** Thu May 01, 2008 7:03 pm

Did he put his hand down your pants?

MutleyRules · **Posted:** Thu May 01, 2008 7:06 pm

No....the 3 of them did!!!! :grin:

Obafemi Obsession · **Posted:** Thu May 01, 2008 9:33 pm

This is more like the stuff Dibbs likes:

(again... again... again... ooooh
(again... again... again... again... ...)

You dress me up, Im your puppet
You buy me things, I love it
You bring me food, I need it
You give me love, I feed it

And look at the two of us in sympathy
With everything we see
I never want anything, its easy
You buy whatever I need

But look at my hopes, look at my dreams
The currency weve spent
(ooooh) I love you, oh, you pay my rent
(ooooh) I love you, oh, you pay my rent

You phone me in the evening on hearsay
And bought me caviar
You took me to a restaurant off broadway
To tell me who you are

We never-ever argue, we never calculate
The currency weve spent
(ooooh) I love you, oh, you pay my rent
(ooooh) I love you, you pay my rent
(ooooh) I love you, oh, you pay my rent

Im your puppet
I love it

And look at the two of us in sympathy
And sometimes ecstasy
Words mean so little, and money less
When youre lying next to me

But look at my hopes, look at my dreams
The currency weve spent
(ooooh) I love you, oh, you pay my rent
(ooooh) I love you, you pay my rent
(ooooh) ooh, I love you, you pay my rent

Look at my hopes, look at my dreams
The currency weve spent
(ooooh) I love you, oh, you pay my rent
(ooooh) I love you, you pay my rent

Look at my hopes, look at my dreams
The currency weve spent
(ooooh) I love you, oh, you pay my rent
(ooooh) I love you, you pay my rent
(ooooh) I love you, you pay my rent (its easy, its so easy)
(ooooh) you pay my rent (its easy, its so easy)
(ooooh) you pay my rent (its easy, its so easy)
(ooooh) I love you (its easy, its so easy)
(its easy, its so easy)
(its easy, its so easy)
(its easy, its so easy)
(its easy, its so easy)
(its easy, its so easy)
(its easy, its so easy)

Obafemi Obsession · **Posted:** Thu May 01, 2008 9:42 pm

My particular favourite (it has a haunting quality):

The bigger the cushion
The sweeter the pushin'
That's what I said

The looser the waistband
The deeper the quicksand
Or so I have read

My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo
I like to sink her with my pink torpedo

Big bottom
Big bottom
Talk about bum cakes
My girl's got 'em
Big bottom, drive me out of my mind
How can I leave this behind?

I saw her on Monday
'Twas my lucky bun day
You know what I mean

I love her each weekday
Each velvety cheekday
You know what I mean

My love gun's loaded and she's in my sights
Big game is waiting there inside her tights

Big bottom
Big bottom
Talk about mudflaps
My gal's got 'em
Big bottom, drive me out of my mind
How can I leave this behind?

My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo
I like to sink her with my pink torpedo

Big bottom
Big bottom
Talk about bum cakes
My girl's got 'em
Big bottom, drive me out of my mind
How can I leave this behind?

Obafemi Obsession · **Posted:** Thu May 01, 2008 9:48 pm

And a classic love ballad:

Working on a sex farm
Trying to raise some hard love
Getting out my pitch fork
And poking your hay
Scratching in your henhouse
Sniffing at your feedbag
Slipping out your back door
I'm leaving my spray
Sex farm woman
I'm gonna mow you down
Sex farm woman
I'll rake and mow you down
Sex farm woman
Don't you see my silo risin' high
Working on a sex farm
Hosing down your barn door
Bothering you livestock
They know what I need
Working up a hot sweat
I'm scretching in your pea patch
Plowing through your beanfield
Planting my seed
Sex farm woman
I'll be your hired hand
Sex farm woman
I'll let my offer stand
Sex farm woman
Don't you feel my tractor rumbling by
by-by-byyyy
Working on a sex farm
Wolfing down some cornbread
I'm turning on the tv
Joining the grange.

Sometimes.........................

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