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Taylor Swift

Do not wtt, women.
Th my will I 555; about yo ass.
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Submitted: 07/22/2014
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#2 - samoaspider (07/22/2014) [-]
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#16 - thebobinito (07/22/2014) [-]
That's cute. I'm not saying the Songs About Jane was a bad album or anything, I adore Maroon 5 and have been a huge influence on me and the way I play guitar, but the whole album is about Adam Levine's ex-girlfriend. He hoped the album would get her to get in touch with him again, but instead made the band famous and them all rich. Also, Taylor Swift can write a song about me any day, a girl like that for a while imagine the sex.. and a song about you after, win win situation really.
User avatar #1 - hashtronaut (07/22/2014) [+] (13 replies)
Sadistik's a dude - first album is a lot of breakup **** .. but it's pretty damn good imo.

I whispered in her ear just to glare inside the fences
Her ambrosia could paralyze the senses
A paradigm, to hear the acid rain
Of paradise she dreamt with the tears she can't contain
And one by one, they poured in incrementally
She took my crown of thorns and she wore it as a wedding ring
Said "I do," reciprocated vows
And blew a thousand kisses to the dissipated clouds
I held her claws as we walked between the headstones
Of those who tried connecting all the dots between her freckles
Then she let go... and so did I
as I studied hieroglyphics on her alabaster pigment
All her thoughts would compose a careful symphony
that summoned all my scars and the ghost of serendipity
They sang a hymn though that could cloak the air in mystery
to shatter all my shields, to expose a flair of misery
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