Oh man, I've been wanting to throw this out there for a few days, I'm surprised no one else has. If they did and I missed it, I humbly apologize.
"15"
Twenty-five the season off dope Three sheets to the wind like a clothes line rope He's a spider on the web
She's a tiny woman, he could sense Her developing body was just the beginning She said is anybody out there
She was bruised like a cherry Ripe as a peach How could he have known That she was only fifteen
And she came to him like a tick on the noose Little blue eyed soul for his black and blues
T's a new move for the likes of me Our skin is like grass Let's smoke it real fast Is anybody out there?
He was deep like a grave yard wide like TV And how could he have known That she'd be down for almost anything
But she was only, only, only fifteen
My oh my you pretty thing It's about that time For us to leave Does your daddy have a shot gun?
He was deep like a graveyard She was ripe like a peach And how could he have known? That she was only fifteen
She was only, only, only fifteen She was only, only, only fifteen
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yeeeouch
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wow. how appropriate for the photo. as for the lyrics....feel bad for the man who thought the 15 year old was 18 ...i use to lie about my age all the time to when i was 15
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° ° ° Easy mate, easy, rein in :)))))
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Just wait. Next thing ya know, they're gonna bring out the dunking stool for Miley. How will Disney (and the pious) ever cleanse her?
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eh , I dont think its that bad but what does she expect from her labels and core fan base? they are gonna freak out!
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ZZZZZIIIIIIIINNNNNGGGG -> dagonit that was good LJ -> if I hear her damn song on XM radio one more time!!!!!! silly ho
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Ya like that huh? Thought you might. Hahahaha!!
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word!
dig the avatar A...take her easy
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Hell, I'd take her any way I could get her!
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drugged and unconscious?!
You have serious Indian roots don't you? ->
Well I don't, but was once dubbed in knightly fashion Sir Joe, of the tribe Waxoffalot, from the foreign land of Slaptahoe. Not sure what they were on about, I was a bit drunk and skinny dipping in the river with two 16 year old girls (I was only 17 at the time) who were also suited in birthday atire, if you get my wiff -> Something about how my sperm may have gotten in the river and produced a half catfish, half Tyler Durden species -> they were having fun making cracking wise at me, I wasn't worried about that, I had more pressing issues at hand, like trying not to spill my 40oz. whilst shagging two sexies in the river. Which side would you wanna be on?
So that story was meant to show -> let Miley be a friggin teen, she needs to drink till she pukes, get up and drink some more, get jiggy with some wiggers, make an ass out of herself -> It's the Feckin American way! Let her worry about her image later -> How else will she grow up to be a responsible adult and actually produce good music if she doesn't shirk her reputation and responsibility as a kid now and again?
ballyhoo -> you rawk, and uhh, sorry for the dissertation.