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Artist: Brooks And Dunn
Song: Ain't Nothing 'Bout You
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Once I thought that love was something I could never do
Never knew that I could feel this much
But this yearning in the deep part of my heart for you
Is more than a reaction to your touch
It's a perfect passion and I can't get enough

The way you look, the way you laugh,
The way you love with all you have,
There ain't nothing bout you that don't do something for me
The way you kiss, The way you cry,
The way you move when you walk by
There's ain't nothing bout you (there ain't nothing bout you)
That don't do something for me

In my life I've been hammered by some heavy blows
That never knocked me off my feet
All you gotta do is smile at me and down I go
And baby it's no mystery why I surrender
Girl you got everything

The way you look, the way you laugh,
The way you love with all you have,
There ain't nothing bout you that don't do something for me
The way you kiss, The way you cry,
The way you move when you walk by
There's ain't nothing bout you (there ain't nothing bout you)
That don't do something for me

I love your attitude, your rose tattoo, your every thought
Your smile, you lips and girl the list goes on and on and on

The way you look, the way you laugh,
The way you love with all you have,
There ain't nothing bout you that don't do something for me
The way you kiss, The way you cry,
The way you move when you walk by
There's ain't nothing bout you (there ain't nothing bout you)
That don't do something for me

The way you look, the way you laugh,
The way you love with all you have,
Your dance, your drive, You make me feel alive

The way you talk, the way you tease
Right now I think you see
There ain't nothing bout you that don't do something for me
 
 
   
 

Can't Sleep
This is just great things in my life is just goin' so sooo sooooo whatever!!!
I just can't fuckin' sleep.... I dunno why.... Its just that when I'm of ready to bed, I cant fall to sleep, I can't even try..."AT ALL"
 
 
 

   
WACHU KNO BOUT GALS

WHITE WOMEN: First date: You get to kiss her goodnight.

Second date: You get to grope all over and make out a bit.

Third date: You get to have sex but only in the missionary position.

IRISH WOMEN: First Date: You both get blind drunk and have sex.

Second Date: You both get blind drunk and have sex.

20th Anniversary: You both get blind drunk and have sex.

 

ITALIAN WOMEN: First Date: You take her to a play and an expensive restaurant.

Second Date: You meet her parents and her Mom makes spaghetti & meatballs.

Third Date: You have sex, she wants to marry you & insists on a 3-carat ring.

5th Anniversary: You already have 5 kids together & hate the thought of having sex.

6th Anniversary: You find yourself a Mistress.

 

JEWISH WOMEN: First Date: You get terrific head.

Second Date: You get even more great head.

Third Date: You tell her you'll marry her and never get head again.

 

CHINESE WOMEN: First date: You get to buy her an expensive dinner but nothing happens. Second date: You buy her an even more expensive dinner. Nothing happens again.

Third date: You don't even get to the third date and you've already realized nothing is ever going to happen.

 

INDIAN WOMEN: First date: Meet her parents.

Second date: Set the date of the wedding.

Third date: Wedding night.

 

BLACK WOMEN: First Date: You get to buy her a real expensive dinner.

Second Date: You get to buy her and her girlfriends a real expensive dinner.

Third Date: You get to pay her rent.

Fourth date; she make you wiered with her sexiness

Tenth Date: She's pregnant by someone other than you.

 

MEXICAN WOMEN: First Date: You buy her an expensive dinner, get drunk on Tequila, and have sex in the back of her car.

Second Date: She's pregnant.

Third Date: She moves in. One week later, her mother, father, his girlfriend, her two sisters, her brother, all of their kids, her grandma, her father's girlfriend's mother, her two cousins, her sister's Boyfriend and his three kids move in and you live on rice and beans for the rest of your life in your home that used to be nice, but now looks like a home along the Tijuana strip.

 

ARAB WOMEN: First Date: Mother, Father, Brothers, Sisters, Cousins, Aunts, Uncles, Friends and entire arab community finds out.

Second Date: U are called NA'LATULAH(GOD curse U) and You are shot dead.

No third date.

 
 
   
 

holy crap it has been a long time

Hey

 whats up ther is a lot withh me umm where to start how bout b-ball well we losat our last game to go to the tournament against mcc that sucks i hate the dumb spartans figure skating: umm almost landed axel and i am doin g really good that is a bout all school sucks monkey butt and i hate it i like like 2 of my teachers mr.hanson and mr.hamms and i kinda like mrs.berry but that is all i cna not satand this one teacher mrs.sutton she is my health teacher and i can not st5and her she is so retarded my friends are great i have also made new friends well i guess not really i have just gotten closer to them really i guess you could say but anywho

 
 
 

   
Act CrAzY once in a whileeee...

Life is funny, life's a mess


Sometimes a curse, sometimes a blessing


Don't worry 'bout a thing, don't worry 'bout it


Life gets sticky, life can  b r u i s e


Sometimes you win sometimes your losing


No matter what it brings


Don't worry 'bout a thing...


Sparks flyin' in the dark.


Shootin' out lights, huntin' down dreams,


Figurin' out what love really means........

 
 
   
 

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