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Oh hello and welcome to the show, My name is Alex and I will be your host, Who is reading today, let's take a gander, Feel free to repost, Oh hello, welcome to the game, Have I already mentioned my...
She holds the mic in her hand Glances over at her band As she sings, happiness spreads Lights dim upon her as she lowers her head She's been doing this for oh so long She no longer knows what drives...
You know me.
Can you feel it in the air.
Chapter 2 The Juggler The resounding crash still haunted his thoughts. The loud clatter and silent sighs of relief. Five had rolled and he had been chosen.
Have you heard about the kitten who drops a beat with his paws. He's the bad ass kitty, I heard his name is Dj Claws. He takes his deck out every day layin' out some funky beats.
Don't forget to smile. I remind my self. Say the words you practised. that's it looking good. just a bit longer. I know there talking. I just don't care what there saying. It looks important.
#OpussWings. Up in the flying school,. There is the class fool,. He dresses as a clown,. And purposely falls down,. Hopping about on one foot,. Covering his wings in soot,.
I realized today that I never actually get bored. I was amazed by the fact 'cause when thought of it it had nothing, was just boring.
What good is a funday Without some music to lighten the mood.
As the track starts, the drums hit hard. We enter the stage, we all play our part. @leelee101 in the back dropping the mean beat. Hard hitting drummer, now taking the lead.
We all go out for the evening But nothing is the same, You and her are all loved up And he's on the phone again.
All I do is win I'm ace putting all you cards in your place taking your smiles left with that bitter taste.
All eyes on me. Breathing heavy. Chest raising falling. All eyes on me. Pulse pounding. Sweat falling. All eyes on me. Mirrored army of eyes. False smirks. All eyes on me. Watching waiting.
"Oh, court jester, please do something new, Better entertainment is what you need to pursue." The puzzled clown was already worn out, Searching for something that didn't make the king pout.
Welcome to the show Oh, how little you know I've really yet to start it Many more tales left to go This life lasting, Consuming all show That will not move you all, No.
I silently watch those fingers strum, Oh, what I would do with that thumb, You hold her so right, Holding strings down tight, Add your voice to her notes, Certainly gets all my votes, A black heart...
Once again Eurovision's On the telly. Come on Britain. Give it some welly. There've been Estonians in tinfoil And Frenchmen with cats Round their necks. Come on We're better than that.
She's the star of the show queen of the stage, trapping all who are in audience range Everyone to play a part she plays hers so well, so good in fact hardly anyone can tell That's she is split in...
The wandering minstrel walked straight into town. The townspeople gathered and settled right down. "I will sing you a song" he announced merrily, The audience cheered as perched by a tree.
She makes up her hair, in perfect dispair. Her eyes lit for love, when she's faking. In her heart, Many secret stars. She can't wait to show, what she's taking.
Blood red lipstick on her lips Glitter shadow on her lids black kohl frames her eyes Her hair sleeked back full of shine. 6 inch heels she can't walk in Legs hugged by leather she can't breathe in.
she is just make up and hair they say, let's put her on film. she is just make up and hair they say, let's put her on still.
There was drama in the fryer. There were fryers in the drama. The drama had it's liars. The liars had their drama. The drama wanted to dance. The drama had its fair chance.