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September 15th, 2009 | 
Author: by Kenny Chesney
from the album No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problems
I’d spend a lot more time in the pouring rain without an umbrella
Covering my head
And I’d stood up to that bully when he pushed and called me names
But I was too afraid
And I’d a gone on and saw Elvis that night he came to town
But mama said I couldn’t
And I’d a went skinny dipping with Jenny Carson that time she dared me to
But I didn’t
Oh I, I’d done a lot of things different
I wished I’d a spent more time with my dad when he was alive
Now I don’t have the chance
I wish I had told my brother how much I loved him before he went off to war
But I just shook his hand
And I wish I had gone to church on Sunday morning when my grandma begged me too
But I was afraid of God
And I wish I would’ve listened when they said Boy, you’re gonna wish you hadn’t
But I wouldn’t
Oh I, I’d done a lot of things different
People say they wouldn’t change a thing, even if they could
Oh but I would
There was this red dress she wanted one time so bad she could taste it
And I should’ve bought it, but I didn’t
She wanted to paint our bedroom yellow and trim it blues and greens
But I wouldn’t let her, wouldn’t a hurt nuthin
She loved to be held and kissed and touched but I didn’t do it
Not nearly enough
And if I’d a known that dance was going to be our last dance
I’d a asked that band to play on and on on and on
Oh I, I’d done a lot of things different
People say they wouldn’t change a thing, even if they could
Oh but I would
Oh whoa Oh I, I’d done a lot of things different
Oh I, I’d done a lot of things
I think we’ve all do a lot of things different
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by Kiss
from the album Revenge
Peter Criss, Stan Penridge
Go baby driver
Been drivin’ on down the road
Oh, what a rider
Carryin’ such a heavy load
Don’t ever need to know direction
Don’t need no tow, food, gas, no more
Go baby driver
Don’t want to sleep alone
Ooh, what a rider
Push that pedal to the floor, yeah
Nobody knows where you’re goin’
Nobody cares where you’ve been
And if you want to hear some stories
Exit girl, we’ll let you in
I mean let you in
Go baby driver
Ooh, what a rider
Go baby driver, ooh you can pull
Oh, baby driver, you’ve been drivin’ too long
Go baby driver, go baby driver
Ooh, what a rider, you’ve been ridin’ so long
Go baby driver, go baby driver
Don’t ever sleep much past the sunrise
Too much of nothin’, nothin’, nothin like that, oh
Go baby driver, go baby driver
Go baby driver, go baby driver
Go baby driver, ooh, what a rider
Go baby driver, come on
Go baby driver, go baby driver
Go baby driver, go baby driver
Go baby driver, go baby, go, go (she’s got the car)
Go baby driver, go baby, go, go (ooh what a rider)
Go baby driver, go baby, go, go
(Ooh, she’s can go’ a hundred miles an hour)
Go baby driver, go baby, go, go (oh, baby driver, ooh yeah)
Go baby driver, go baby, go, go (push that pedal to the floor)
Go baby driver, go baby, go, go (all the way down)
Go baby driver, go baby, go, go (Gun it mom, I’m runnin’)
Go baby driver, go baby, go, go (yeah)
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by Korn
from the album N/A
All I see
somehow it always seems that
I’m dreaming of something
I could never be.
Doesn’t matter to me
‘cos I will always be
that pimp that I see in all of my fantasies.
I don’t know your fucking name.
So what let’s…
Screaming at me the only way
that I can truly be free
>from my fucked up reality.
So I dream and stroke it harder
‘cos it’s so fun
to see my face staring back at me.
I don’t know your fucking name.
So what let’s fuck.
All day I dream about sex.
All day I dream about fucking.
All day I dream about fucking.
All day I dream about sex, yes,
All day I dream about sex and,
All day I dream about sex, yes,
All day I dream about sex.
All day I dream about sex.
All day I dream about fucking.
by Kid Rock
from the album Cocky
I got the
I got them love sick blues ya’ll
Man, I can’t find my baby
I think she took off with another man
I been around the world looking twice
You know I checked in New York City
On the streets and on the subways
And I looked around that tired town to find the one who loved me
I looked out in the Hamptons thought she’d be hangin’ with them rich folks
But no she wasn’t anywhere hangin’ on the east coast
I wish my baby come home
I want my baby come home
I wish my baby come home
I want my baby yeah my baby to come back home
Man you know I love that girl
I checked down to the Southern plains from Alabama to Georgia
Honey if you hear this, please know I’m looking for ya
I checked with all my rebel friends
I’ve looked around for weeks
And I swear until I find her I won’t eat and I won’t sleep
I want my baby come home
I want my baby come home
I want my baby come home
I wish my baby yeah my baby would come back home
I went from Albuquerque to Maine and didn’t find a damn thing
So I looked in California – up and down the coast
I looked all over Hollywood – it wasn’t even close
Never found nothin’
So, I came home, home to Detroit City
And there she was sittin’ on my porch – My baby looked so pretty
Now my baby’s back home
Yea my baby came home
Yea my baby’s back home
I’m so happy that my baby is finally home
by Kasey Chambers
from the album Barricades & Brickwalls
Take my hand
Break my stride
Make me smile
For everytime I’ve cried
Hold my heart
In the palm of your hand
Don’t listen to it breakin’
Just listen to the band
Do you wanna ride in my car
Its parked out on the street
Or just stay with me a while
Before I fall asleep
Take these tears
Wash your skin
I’m havin’ trouble breathin’
Since you walked in
My hands are tied
My head is reelin’
My eyes have cried
A million tears
From wishin’ you were here
All my life
I’ve welcomed pain
I’ve made up more excuses
To bring it back again
Now I’m here
And I’ll drink to the shame
I’ll drink to the madness
That made me this way
by Kelly Clarkson
from the album American Idol
What if I told you it was all meant to be
Would you believe me, would you agree
It’s almost that feeling that we’ve met before
So tell me that you don’t think I’m crazy
When I tell you love has come here and now
Chorus:
A moment like this
Some people wait a lifetime
For a moment like this
Some people search forever
For that one special kiss
I can’t believe it’s happening to me
Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this
Everything changes but beauty remains
Somethings so tender I can’t explain
I may be dreaming but ’til I awake
Can’t we make this dream last forever
And I’ll cherish all the love we share
Chorus
Could this be the greatest love of all
I wanna know that you’ll catch me when I fall
So let me tell you this…
Some people wait a life time for a moment like this
by Kurupt
from the album Space Boogie: Smoke Oddessey
[Chorus X1-Kurupt]
I just got paid, it’s Friday night
The party’s jumpin, I feel so high
Dogg Pound Gangstaz, we at it again
Party’s poppin, from beginnin to end
[Verse 1-Kurupt]
Gimme what cha got, move somethin for me
Show me what ya got, shoot something for me
Who got the Henn? Who got the bud?
Stash, slash, hazel hash
Hit me with the world dog
Keep them cuffs on your girl dog
I’m a major majority, of this party
Gangsta party, Kurupt Young Gotti
Cuz ain’t nuttin else to do
And when Friday hit, my day hit
See, it’s all left up to you
It’s your choice when Kurupt step up to you
[Chorus X1-Fingazz]
I just got paid, it’s Friday night
The party’s jumpin, I feel so high
Dogg Pound Gangstaz, we at it again
Party’s poppin, from beginnin to end
[Verse 2-Kurupt]
Ain’t nothin else for me to do besides dip
Goin through it homie like it just ain’t shhh
Now that I’m here, where you….at
Front to up, down, to back to front round the back
Okay let’s say, you can do it your way
I’ma do it my way
Project to borough, today to tomorrow
Escapade to parade, expressway to highway
The freeway to tristate, 101045
Turn to 95, this side ride
Saturday’s always the best of me
Cuz the whole day ain’t nothin but rest to me
I got ladies hittin me cuz they just wanna chill
Perfect requirements in a safe environment
Like what’s that poppin at the top of the hill
Where it’s always poppin like hits and villes
[Chorus X1-Fingazz]
I just got paid, it’s Saturday night
The party’s jumpin, I feel so high
Dogg Pound Gangstaz, we at it again
Party’s poppin, from beginnin to end
[Verse 3-Kurupt]
Sunday nights and it ain’t no fights
The homie just added up at the Dogg House
Where everything was great it was 2008
Like a dream with a bottle and everything’s fine
And Nate he started blowin on the mic
And Butch he started blowin on the mic
And G he started blowin on the mic
Dogg Pound Gangstaz all day and all night
[Chorus X1-Fingazz]
I just got paid, it’s Sunday night
The party’s jumpin, I feel so high
Dogg Pound Gangstaz, we at it again
Party’s poppin, from beginnin to end
by Kelly Clarkson
from the album American Idol
Aint no mountain high
aint no valley low
aint no river wide enough baby
if u need me call me
no matter where u r
no matter how far
dont worry baby
ill be there in a hurry ya
u dont have to worry
caz baby there aint no mountain high enough
aint no valley low enough
aint no river wide enough
to keep me from gettin to u babe
remember the day when i sent u free
i told u u could always always count on me girl
by Kelly Rowland
from the album Simply Deep
[Verse1:]
Clover walked in
In his baggy jeans and his Prada shoes
He had a nice shirt, nice scent, nice ice
But he’s not the one–the one I’d choose
He was the type I never had
Country and thug with lots of class
Something inside me made me hesitate
So I made him wait
Didn’t think he was the one to treat me right
Until he found the love I tried to hide
He said
[CHORUS]
LOVE LIVES IN STRANGE PLACES
IT’S THE OBVIOUS THAT NEVER SHOWS
IT JUST MIGHT FIND YOU WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT
YOU’LL NEVER KNOW, YOU’LL NEVER KNOW
UNTIL YOU JUST LET GO
[Verse2:]
Now my baby sister’s got a two way
And a cell phone
She’s always happy when she gets a page
But that’s not love, girl, that’s not a home
Real love isn’t digital, isn’t physical
It’s the one that can reach inside
And you don’t know why, but it makes you whole
So if you want the one who reaches deep
Let him see the you that’s underneath
[CHORUS:]
LOVE LIVES IN STRANGE PLACES
IT’S THE OBVIOUS THAT NEVER SHOWS
IT JUST MIGHT FIND YOU WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT
YOU’LL NEVER KNOW, YOU’LL NEVER KNOW
UNTIL YOU JUST LET GO
[Bridge:]
It’s in the corners of the sky
In the shadows of your mind
The unexpected suddenly
Like the child of destiny
No, you can’t control the way
So just have faith
[CHORUS:]
LOVE LIVES IN STRANGE PLACES
IT’S THE OBVIOUS THAT NEVER SHOWS
IT JUST MIGHT FIND YOU WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT
YOU’LL NEVER KNOW, YOU’LL NEVER KNOW
UNTIL YOU JUST LET GO
by Korn
from the album N/A
Fred: What’s up with this fucking ‘Ball Tongue’ shit?
Jon: All I needed was a Pepsi…
Fred: You better shut the fuck up, punk.
Jon: Whatever nigga…
Fred: Say what, say what?
Jon: My dick is bigger than yours…
Fred: Say what, say what?
Jon: My band is bigger than yours…
Fred: Too bad I got your beans in my bag, stuck-up sucka’, Korny motherfucka’. Takin’ over flows is the Limp pimp, need a Bizkit to save this crew from Jon Davis. I’m gonna drop a little east side skill, ya best step back ‘cuz I’m ‘a kill, I’m ‘a kill. So watcha thinking Mr. Raggedy man? Doin’ all you can to look like Raggedy Ann.
Jon:
I’ll Check you out punk, yes I know you feel it. You look like one of those dancers from the Hanson video, you little faggot ho. Please give me some shit to work with, ‘cuz right now I’m all it kid, suck my dick kid, like your daddy did.
Fred: Who the fuck you think you’re talking to??
Jon: Me.
Fred: I’m known for eatin’ little whiny chumps like you.
Jon: Whatever.
Fred: All up in my face with that…
Jon: Are you ready?!?
Fred: But halitosis, is all you’re rockin’ steady. You little fairy, smelling all your flowers. Nappy hairy chest, look it’s Austin Powers!
Jon: Yeah, baby!
Fred: I hear ya tweetin’ on them fag-pipes clod, but you said it best, there’s No Place To Hide.
Jon:
What the fuck ya’ sayin’? You’re a pimp whateva’, limp dick. Fred Durst needs to rehearse, needs to reverse what he’s saying. Wannabe funk joke is what you’re playin’, rippin’ up a bad counterfeit, fakin’! Plus your bills I’m paying, you can’t eat that shit every day, Fred. Lay off the bacon.
Fred:
Say what, say what? You better watch your fuckin’ mouth, Jon.
CHORUS:
Jon: So you hate me?
Fred: and I hate you!
Jon: You know what, you know what?
Both: It’s all in the family.
Jon: I hate you!
Fred: and you hate me!
Jon: You know what, you know what?
Both: It’s all in the family.
Jon: Look at you fool, I’m gonna fuck you up twice, throwin’ rhymes at me like, oh shit, Vanilla Ice. Ya better run, run while ya can, you’ll never fuck me up, Bisc Limpkit. At least I got a phat, original band.
Fred: Who’s hot, who’s not?
Jon: You.
Fred: You best step back, Korn on the cob, you need a new job. Time to take them mic skills back to the dentist, and buy yourself a new grill.
Jon:
Fuck you.
Fred: You pumpkin pie, I’ll jack-off in your eye. Climbing shoots and ladders, while your ego shatters. But you just can’t get away.
Jon: Get a gay?
Fred: ‘Cuz it’s doomsday kid, it’s doomsday.
CHORUS
Fred: You call yourself a singer?
Jon: Yep.
Fred: You’re more like Jerry Springer.
Jon: Oh cool!
Fred: Your favorite band is winger,
Jon: Winger?
Fred: and all you eat is Zingers. You’re like a Fruity Pebble, your favorite flag is rebel.
Jon: Yeeeeeehaaaaaa!!
Fred: It’s just too bad that you’re a fag, and on a lower level.
Jon:
So you’re from Jacksonville, kickin’ it like Buffalo Bill. Gettin’ butt-fucked by your uncle Chuck, while your sister’s on her knees waitin’ for your fuckin’ nut.
Fred: Wait, where’d ya get that little dance?
Jon: Over here.
Fred:
Like them idiots in Waco, you’re burning up in Bako where your father had your mother, your mother had your brother, it’s just too bad your father’s mad, your mother’s now your lover.
Jon:
Come on hillbilly, can your horse do a fuckin’ wheelie? You love it down south, and boy, you sure do got a purdy mouth.
CHORUS
Jon: and I love you!
Fred: and I want you!
Jon: and I’ll suck you!
Fred: and I’ll fuck you!
Jon: and I’ll butt-fuck you!
Fred: and I’ll eat you!
Jon: and I lick your little dick motherfucker.
Fred: Say what? Say… what?