<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;CUAGQXY4fip7ImA9WhdRFk4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7737249332351662798</id><updated>2011-08-06T19:28:40.836+07:00</updated><title>beeMoeziek</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><author><name>recky djayoesman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271252708717452258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEcBRHg6fCp7ImA9WhdRFk4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7737249332351662798.post-6799209410124189603</id><published>2011-08-06T11:44:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T19:00:55.614+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-06T19:00:55.614+07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martyn Joseph'/><title>The Good In Me Is Dead - Martyn Joseph</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Name    : lyrics the good in me is dead&lt;br /&gt;
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I sit at the border, this blanket my cover&lt;br /&gt;
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I wait for my sister, I wait for my mother&lt;br /&gt;
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The rain it is falling, but I do not feel it&lt;br /&gt;
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I cant feel nothing, any more&lt;br /&gt;
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A month ago they took my father&lt;br /&gt;
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The village was asleep&lt;br /&gt;
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Put a Russian gun to his temple&lt;br /&gt;
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And put him in a jeep...(didn't get his breakfast)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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If you put that lens in my face again&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I swear I'll break your head&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sir the good in me is dead&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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In the hills of Prestina, my family worked the land&lt;br /&gt;
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The images flow through my ticking mind, and fall like grains of sand&lt;br /&gt;
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My brothers in those hills now, I saw him lying there&lt;br /&gt;
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His eyes they did not see me, as my fingers touched his hair&lt;br /&gt;
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As I kissed his dirty hair&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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If this is all that's left now&lt;br /&gt;
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There's nothing to be said&lt;br /&gt;
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And the good in me is dead&lt;br /&gt;
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Last night the bombs came raining, I swear I saw his face&lt;br /&gt;
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He came running cross the fields to me, in a safe and peaceful place&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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I woke shaking and thinking&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
About love that's in the world&lt;br /&gt;
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And if there is no bigger picture&lt;br /&gt;
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How its all obscene, absurd&lt;br /&gt;
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So pass me a revolver&lt;br /&gt;
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Pass me a book I've read&lt;br /&gt;
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Pass me a fresh cut flower&lt;br /&gt;
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And ask me what I dread&lt;br /&gt;
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That the good in me is dead&lt;br /&gt;
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I sit at the border, this blanket my cover&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wait for my sister, I wait for my mother&lt;br /&gt;
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I wait for my mother&lt;br /&gt;
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I must wait for my mother&lt;br /&gt;
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Name      : lyrics martyn joseph the good in me is dead&lt;br /&gt;
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Canada is La Belle Provence&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
We have love for our neighbour&lt;br /&gt;
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We have love for our cities&lt;br /&gt;
And our valleys and our plains&lt;br /&gt;
We have a voice that is calling&lt;br /&gt;
Telling all the world we're willing&lt;br /&gt;
To welcome them to this great land&lt;br /&gt;
For that's what Canada is.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Canada is the Rocky Mountains&lt;br /&gt;
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Canada is a country made for love&lt;br /&gt;
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And that's what Canada is.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Canada is the Rocky Mountains&lt;br /&gt;
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Canada is a country made for love&lt;br /&gt;
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Canada is a country loving peace.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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We're happy and contented&lt;br /&gt;
We have peace in our cities&lt;br /&gt;
And our boundaries have no chains&lt;br /&gt;
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Telling all free men we're willing&lt;br /&gt;
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Artist : Kesha&lt;br /&gt;
Keyword : download kesha sleazy,sleazy free download&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't you or your brand new Benz&lt;br /&gt;
Or your boozy friends.&lt;br /&gt;
I don't need love, looking like diamonds&lt;br /&gt;
Looking like diamonds&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Get Sleazy, Get Sleazy, Get Sleazy,&lt;br /&gt;
Get Sleazy, Get Sleazy, Get Sleazy,&lt;br /&gt;
Get Sleazy, Get Sleazy&lt;br /&gt;
Ima get,&lt;br /&gt;
Get Sleazy, Get Sleazy, Get Sleazy,&lt;br /&gt;
Ima get,&lt;br /&gt;
Get Sleazy, Get Sleazy, Get Sleazy, Oh!)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;
I don't need you or your brand new Benz&lt;br /&gt;
Or your boozy friends&lt;br /&gt;
And I don't need love, looking like diamonds&lt;br /&gt;
Looking like diamonds&lt;br /&gt;
I don't need you or your brand new Benz&lt;br /&gt;
Or your boozy friends&lt;br /&gt;
And I don't need love, looking like diamonds&lt;br /&gt;
Looking like diamonds&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You can't imagine the immensity of the fuck I'm not giving&lt;br /&gt;
About your money and man servant and the mansion you live in&lt;br /&gt;
And I don't wanna go places where all my ladies can't get in&lt;br /&gt;
Just grab a bottle, some boys and let's take it back to my basement&lt;br /&gt;
And get Sleazy&lt;br /&gt;
Sick of all your lines, so cheesy!&lt;br /&gt;
Sorry daddy, but I'm not that easy!&lt;br /&gt;
I'm not gonna sit here while you circle jerk it and work it&lt;br /&gt;
Ima take it back to where my man and my girls is&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Sleazy, Get Sleazy, Get Sleazy,&lt;br /&gt;
Get Sleazy,&lt;br /&gt;
Cause ima get Sleazy,&lt;br /&gt;
Get Sleazy, Get Sleazy, Get Sleazy,&lt;br /&gt;
Cause Ima get)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;
I don't need you or your brand new Benz&lt;br /&gt;
Or your bougie friends&lt;br /&gt;
And I don't need love, looking like diamonds&lt;br /&gt;
Looking like diamonds&lt;br /&gt;
I don't need you or your brand new Benz&lt;br /&gt;
Or your bougie friends&lt;br /&gt;
And I don't need love, looking like diamonds&lt;br /&gt;
Looking like diamonds&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rat tat tat tat on your dum dum drum&lt;br /&gt;
The beat so phat, gonna make me cum, um, um um, um&lt;br /&gt;
(Over to your place!)&lt;br /&gt;
Rat tat tat tat on your dum dum drum&lt;br /&gt;
The beat so phat, gonna make me cum, um, um, um, um&lt;br /&gt;
(Over to your place!)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don't mean to critique on your seduction technique&lt;br /&gt;
But your money's not impressing me, it's kinda weak&lt;br /&gt;
That you really think you're gonna get my rocks off&lt;br /&gt;
Get my top and socks off&lt;br /&gt;
By showing me the dollars in your drop box&lt;br /&gt;
Me and all my friends we don't buy bottles, we bring em&lt;br /&gt;
We take the drinks from the tables when you get up and leave em&lt;br /&gt;
And I don't care if you stare and you call us scummy&lt;br /&gt;
Cause we ain't after your affection&lt;br /&gt;
And sure as hell not your money, honey&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;
I don't need you or your brand new Benz&lt;br /&gt;
Or your bougie friends&lt;br /&gt;
And I don't need love, looking like diamonds&lt;br /&gt;
Looking like diamonds&lt;br /&gt;
I don't need you or your brand new Benz&lt;br /&gt;
Or your bougie friends&lt;br /&gt;
And I don't need love, looking like diamonds&lt;br /&gt;
Looking like diamonds&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rat tat tat tat on your dum dum drum&lt;br /&gt;
The beat so phat, gonna make me cum, um, um um, um&lt;br /&gt;
(Over to your place!)&lt;br /&gt;
Rat tat tat tat on your dum dum drum.&lt;br /&gt;
The beat so phat, gonna make me cum, um, um um, um&lt;br /&gt;
(Over to your place!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7737249332351662798-7342819418624076350?l=beemoeziek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/feeds/7342819418624076350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/08/sleazy-kesha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/7342819418624076350?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/7342819418624076350?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/08/sleazy-kesha.html' title='Sleazy - Kesha'/><author><name>recky djayoesman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271252708717452258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04193304281675435388'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/n2kdCJRAiNk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEIGQX8zfyp7ImA9WhdRFk4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7737249332351662798.post-5613543022309301639</id><published>2011-08-06T09:15:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T19:08:40.187+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-06T19:08:40.187+07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason Derulo'/><title>Don't Wanna Go Home - Jason Derulo</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Name : Lyrics don't wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;
Artist : Jason derulo&lt;br /&gt;
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[Verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;
Check that out, what they playin',&lt;br /&gt;
That's my song, that's my song.&lt;br /&gt;
Where my drinks? I've been waiting much too long, much too long&lt;br /&gt;
And this girl in my lap, passing out, she's a blonde&lt;br /&gt;
The last thing on my mind is goin' home...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[Pre-chorus]&lt;br /&gt;
From the window (From the window)&lt;br /&gt;
To the wall (To the wall)&lt;br /&gt;
This club is jumpin' (This club is jumpin')&lt;br /&gt;
Til tomorrow (Til tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;
Is it daylight? (Is it daylight?)&lt;br /&gt;
Or is it night time? (Night time)&lt;br /&gt;
1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 3 o'clock, 4&lt;br /&gt;
We gon' tear the club until til, til-til-til-til...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;
Day-o, me say day-o,&lt;br /&gt;
Daylight come and we don't wanna go home.&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah so, we losin' control,&lt;br /&gt;
Turn the lights low 'cause we about to get blown.&lt;br /&gt;
Let the club shut down,&lt;br /&gt;
We won't go, oh, oh, oh!&lt;br /&gt;
Burn it down,&lt;br /&gt;
To the flo, oh, oh, oh!&lt;br /&gt;
Day-o, me say day-o,&lt;br /&gt;
Daylight come and we don't wanna go home.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;
We drink the whole bottle but it ain't over, over.&lt;br /&gt;
Errbody jumping on the sofa, sofa.&lt;br /&gt;
Standing on the chairs,&lt;br /&gt;
Standing on the bar,&lt;br /&gt;
No matter day or night, I'm shining,&lt;br /&gt;
Bitch, I'm a star.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[Pre-chorus]&lt;br /&gt;
From the window (From the window)&lt;br /&gt;
To the wall (To the wall)&lt;br /&gt;
This club is jumpin' (This club is jumpin')&lt;br /&gt;
Til tomorrow (Til tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;
Is it daylight? (Is it daylight?)&lt;br /&gt;
Or is it night time? (Night time)&lt;br /&gt;
1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 3 o'clock, 4&lt;br /&gt;
We gon' tear the club until til, til-til-til-til...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;
Day-o, me say day-o,&lt;br /&gt;
Daylight come and we don't wanna go home.&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah so, we losing control,&lt;br /&gt;
Turn the lights low cause we about to get blown.&lt;br /&gt;
Let the club shut down,&lt;br /&gt;
We won't go, oh, oh, oh!&lt;br /&gt;
Burn it down,&lt;br /&gt;
To the flo, oh, oh, oh!&lt;br /&gt;
Da-yo, me say day-o,&lt;br /&gt;
Daylight come and we don't wanna go home.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;
I just met this sexy Haitian girl moving like a dancer,&lt;br /&gt;
Told her and her girlfriends, lets meet in my cabana,&lt;br /&gt;
Ask me where the party's at, baby I'm the answer,&lt;br /&gt;
Have another drink with me, shawty where your manners?&lt;br /&gt;
Take another shot, another, shot, shot, shot, shot&lt;br /&gt;
I can make it hot, make it hot, we go rock into the...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;
Day-o, me say day-o,&lt;br /&gt;
Daylight come and we don't wanna go home.&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah so, we losing control,&lt;br /&gt;
Turn the lights low cause we about to get blown.&lt;br /&gt;
Let the club shut down,&lt;br /&gt;
We won't go, oh, oh, oh!&lt;br /&gt;
Burn it down,&lt;br /&gt;
To the flo, oh, oh, oh!&lt;br /&gt;
Da-yo, me say day-o,&lt;br /&gt;
Daylight come and we don't wanna go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7737249332351662798-5613543022309301639?l=beemoeziek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/feeds/5613543022309301639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/08/dont-wanna-go-home-jason-derulo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/5613543022309301639?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/5613543022309301639?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/08/dont-wanna-go-home-jason-derulo.html' title='Don&apos;t Wanna Go Home - Jason Derulo'/><author><name>recky djayoesman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271252708717452258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04193304281675435388'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2CGF_Z3yZAo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEECSX0ycSp7ImA9WhdRFk4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7737249332351662798.post-8866197367171761102</id><published>2011-08-06T09:09:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T19:11:08.399+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-06T19:11:08.399+07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Britney Spears'/><title>I Wanna Go - Britney Spears</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Name : Lyrics i wanna go &lt;br /&gt;
Artist : Britney spears&lt;br /&gt;
Keyword : britney spears video scandal,download prenium britney spears i wanna go,britney spears hot song&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe width="300" height="220" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/T-sxSd1uwoU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Lately I've been stuck imagining&lt;br /&gt;
What I wanna do and what I really think&lt;br /&gt;
Time to blow out&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Be a little inappropriate&lt;br /&gt;
'Cause I know that everybody's thinking it&lt;br /&gt;
When the light's out&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Shame on me&lt;br /&gt;
To need release&lt;br /&gt;
Uncontrollably&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wanna go all the way&lt;br /&gt;
Taking out my freak tonight&lt;br /&gt;
I wanna show all the dirt&lt;br /&gt;
I got running through my mind, whoa&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wanna go all the way&lt;br /&gt;
Taking out my freak tonight&lt;br /&gt;
I wanna show all the dirt&lt;br /&gt;
I got running through my mind, whoa&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lately people got me all tied up&lt;br /&gt;
There's a countdown waiting for me to erupt&lt;br /&gt;
Time to blow out&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I've been told do what you do with it&lt;br /&gt;
We keep both my hands above the blanket&lt;br /&gt;
When the light's out&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Shame on me&lt;br /&gt;
To need release&lt;br /&gt;
Uncontrollably&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wanna go all the way&lt;br /&gt;
Taking out my freak tonight&lt;br /&gt;
I wanna show all the dirt&lt;br /&gt;
I got running through my mind, whoa&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wanna go all the way&lt;br /&gt;
Taking out my freak tonight&lt;br /&gt;
I wanna show all the dirt&lt;br /&gt;
I got running through my mind, whoa&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Shame on me&lt;br /&gt;
To need release&lt;br /&gt;
Uncontrollably&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wanna go all the way&lt;br /&gt;
Taking out my freak tonight&lt;br /&gt;
I wanna show all the dirt&lt;br /&gt;
I got running through my mind, whoa&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wanna go all the way&lt;br /&gt;
Taking out my freak tonight&lt;br /&gt;
I wanna show all the dirt&lt;br /&gt;
I got running through my mind, whoa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7737249332351662798-8866197367171761102?l=beemoeziek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/feeds/8866197367171761102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-wanna-go-britney-spears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/8866197367171761102?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/8866197367171761102?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-wanna-go-britney-spears.html' title='I Wanna Go - Britney Spears'/><author><name>recky djayoesman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271252708717452258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04193304281675435388'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/T-sxSd1uwoU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUcCQHc5fSp7ImA9WhdRFk4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7737249332351662798.post-4219465143297079252</id><published>2011-08-06T09:06:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T19:17:41.925+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-06T19:17:41.925+07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katy Perry'/><title>Last Friday Night - Katy Perry</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Name : lyrics last friday night&lt;br /&gt;
Artist : katy perry&lt;br /&gt;
Keyword : katy perry hot video,downlaod last friday night katy perry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe width="300" height="220" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KlyXNRrsk4A" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There's a stranger in my bed,&lt;br /&gt;
There's a pounding in my head&lt;br /&gt;
Glitter all over the room&lt;br /&gt;
Pink flamingos in the pool&lt;br /&gt;
I smell like a minibar&lt;br /&gt;
DJ's passed out in the yard&lt;br /&gt;
Barbie's on the barbeque&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Is this a hickie or a bruise&lt;br /&gt;
Pictures of last night&lt;br /&gt;
Ended up online&lt;br /&gt;
I'm screwed&lt;br /&gt;
Oh well&lt;br /&gt;
It's a blacked out blur&lt;br /&gt;
But I'm pretty sure it ruled&lt;br /&gt;
Damn&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Last Friday night&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah we danced on tabletops&lt;br /&gt;
And we took too many shots&lt;br /&gt;
Think we kissed but I forgot&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Last Friday night&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah we maxed our credit cards&lt;br /&gt;
And got kicked out of the bar&lt;br /&gt;
So we hit the boulevard&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Last Friday night&lt;br /&gt;
We went streaking in the park&lt;br /&gt;
Skinny dipping in the dark&lt;br /&gt;
Then had a mÃ©nage a trios&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Last Friday night&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah I think we broke the law&lt;br /&gt;
Always say we're gonna stop-op&lt;br /&gt;
Whoa-oh-oah&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This Friday night&lt;br /&gt;
Do it all again&lt;br /&gt;
This Friday night&lt;br /&gt;
Do it all again&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Trying to connect the dots&lt;br /&gt;
Don't know what to tell my boss&lt;br /&gt;
Think the city towed my car&lt;br /&gt;
Chandelier is on the floor&lt;br /&gt;
With my favourite party dress&lt;br /&gt;
Warrants out for my arrest&lt;br /&gt;
Think I need a ginger ale&lt;br /&gt;
That was such an epic fail&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pictures of last night&lt;br /&gt;
Ended up online&lt;br /&gt;
I'm screwed&lt;br /&gt;
Oh well&lt;br /&gt;
It's a blacked out blur&lt;br /&gt;
But I'm pretty sure it ruled&lt;br /&gt;
Damn&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Last Friday night&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah we danced on table tops&lt;br /&gt;
And we took too many shots&lt;br /&gt;
Think we kissed but I forgot&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Last Friday night&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah we maxed our credit cards&lt;br /&gt;
And got kicked out of the bars&lt;br /&gt;
So we hit the boulevards&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Last Friday night&lt;br /&gt;
We went streaking in the park&lt;br /&gt;
Skinny dipping in the dark&lt;br /&gt;
Then had a mÃ©nage a trios&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Last Friday night&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah I think we broke the law&lt;br /&gt;
Always say we're gonna stop-op&lt;br /&gt;
Oh whoa oh&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This Friday night&lt;br /&gt;
Do it all again&lt;br /&gt;
Do it all again&lt;br /&gt;
This Friday night&lt;br /&gt;
Do it all again&lt;br /&gt;
Do it all again&lt;br /&gt;
This Friday night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
T.G.I.F.&lt;br /&gt;
T.G.I.F.&lt;br /&gt;
T.G.I.F.&lt;br /&gt;
T.G.I.F.&lt;br /&gt;
T.G.I.F.&lt;br /&gt;
T.G.I.F.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Last Friday night&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah we danced on table tops&lt;br /&gt;
And we took too many shots&lt;br /&gt;
Think we kissed but I forgot&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Last Friday night&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah we maxed our credit cards&lt;br /&gt;
And got kicked out of the bar&lt;br /&gt;
So we hit the boulevard&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Last Friday night&lt;br /&gt;
We went streaking in the park&lt;br /&gt;
Skinny dipping in the dark&lt;br /&gt;
Then had a mÃ©nage a trios&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Last Friday night&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah I think we broke the law&lt;br /&gt;
Always say we're gonna stop&lt;br /&gt;
Oh-whoa-oh&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This Friday night&lt;br /&gt;
Do it all again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7737249332351662798-4219465143297079252?l=beemoeziek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/feeds/4219465143297079252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/08/last-friday-night-katy-perry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/4219465143297079252?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/4219465143297079252?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/08/last-friday-night-katy-perry.html' title='Last Friday Night - Katy Perry'/><author><name>recky djayoesman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271252708717452258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04193304281675435388'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/KlyXNRrsk4A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D04AQ3c-eCp7ImA9WhdRFUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7737249332351662798.post-4224739068443918110</id><published>2011-08-06T08:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T08:59:02.950+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-06T08:59:02.950+07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adele'/><title>Rolling In The Deep - Adele</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="300" height="220" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rYEDA3JcQqw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There's a fire starting in my heart Reaching a fever pitch and it's bring me out the dark Finally I can see you crystal clear Go ahead and sell me out and I'll lay your ship bare &lt;br /&gt;
See how I'll leave, with every piece of you Don't underestimate the things that I will do There's a fire starting in my heart Reaching a fever pitch and it's bring me out the dark &lt;br /&gt;
The scars of your love remind me of us They keep me thinking that we almost had it all The scars of your love, they leave me breathless I can't help feeling &lt;br /&gt;
We could have had it all Rolling in the deep You had my heart inside your hand And you played it to the beat &lt;br /&gt;
Baby, I have no story to be told But I've heard one of you and I'm gonna make your head burn Think of me in the depths of your despair Making a home down there as mine sure won't be shared &lt;br /&gt;
The scars of your love remind you of us They keep me thinking that we almost had it all The scars of your love, they leave me breathless I can't help feeling &lt;br /&gt;
We could have had it all Rolling in the deep You had my heart inside your hand And you played it to the beat &lt;br /&gt;
Could have had it all Rolling in the deep You had my heart inside your hand But you played it with a beating &lt;br /&gt;
Throw your soul through every open door Count your blessings to find what you look for Turn my sorrow into treasured gold You pay me back in kind and reap just what you sow &lt;br /&gt;
(Now I'm gonna wish you never had met me) We could have had it all (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep) We could have had it all &lt;br /&gt;
(Now I'm gonna wish you never had met me) It all, it all, it all, it all (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep) &lt;br /&gt;
(Now I'm gonna wish you never had met me) We could have had it all (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep) Rolling in the deep &lt;br /&gt;
(Now I'm gonna wish you never had met me) You had my heart and soul (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep) And you played it to the beat &lt;br /&gt;
(Now I'm gonna wish you never had met me) Could have had it all (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep) Rolling in the deep &lt;br /&gt;
(Now I'm gonna wish you never had met me) You had my heart and soul in your hand (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep) But you played it, you played it, you played it to the beat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7737249332351662798-4224739068443918110?l=beemoeziek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/feeds/4224739068443918110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/08/rolling-in-deep-adele.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/4224739068443918110?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/4224739068443918110?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/08/rolling-in-deep-adele.html' title='Rolling In The Deep - Adele'/><author><name>recky djayoesman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271252708717452258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04193304281675435388'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rYEDA3JcQqw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0ECR3k4fip7ImA9WhdRFUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7737249332351662798.post-7627446954944999346</id><published>2011-08-06T08:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T08:54:26.736+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-06T08:54:26.736+07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colbie Caillat'/><title>Maria - Colbie Caillat</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="300" height="220" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SEyBoFWwvNc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
She moves like she don’t care&lt;br /&gt;
Smooth as silk, cool as air&lt;br /&gt;
Oooh it makes you wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She doesn’t know your name&lt;br /&gt;
And your heart beats like a subway train&lt;br /&gt;
Oooh it makes you wanna die&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oooh don’t you wanna take her?&lt;br /&gt;
Wanna make her all your own?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maria, you’ve gotta see her&lt;br /&gt;
Go insane and out of your mind&lt;br /&gt;
Latina, Ave Maria&lt;br /&gt;
A million and one candlelights&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I’ve seen this thing before&lt;br /&gt;
In my best friend and the boy next door&lt;br /&gt;
Fool for love and full of fire&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Won’t come in from the rain&lt;br /&gt;
She’s oceans running down the drain&lt;br /&gt;
Blue as ice and desire&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don’t you wanna make her?&lt;br /&gt;
Oooh don’t you wanna take her home?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maria, you’ve gotta see her&lt;br /&gt;
Go insane and out of your mind&lt;br /&gt;
Latina, Ave Maria&lt;br /&gt;
A million and one candlelights&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oooh don’t you wanna break her?&lt;br /&gt;
Oooh don’t you wanna take her home?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She walks like she don’t care&lt;br /&gt;
You wanna take her everywhere&lt;br /&gt;
Oooh it makes you wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She’s like a millionaire&lt;br /&gt;
Walking on imported air&lt;br /&gt;
Oooh it makes you wanna die&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maria, you’ve gotta see her&lt;br /&gt;
Go insane and out of your mind&lt;br /&gt;
Latina, Ave Maria&lt;br /&gt;
A million and one candlelights&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maria, you’ve gotta see her&lt;br /&gt;
Go insane and out of your mind&lt;br /&gt;
Latina, Ave Maria&lt;br /&gt;
A million and one candlelights&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Latina, Ave Maria&lt;br /&gt;
A million and one candlelights&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7737249332351662798-7627446954944999346?l=beemoeziek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/feeds/7627446954944999346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/08/maria-colbie-caillat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/7627446954944999346?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/7627446954944999346?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/08/maria-colbie-caillat.html' title='Maria - Colbie Caillat'/><author><name>recky djayoesman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271252708717452258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04193304281675435388'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SEyBoFWwvNc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0IFQ38zfip7ImA9WhdRFUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7737249332351662798.post-5554050601309938141</id><published>2011-08-06T08:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T08:51:52.186+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-06T08:51:52.186+07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nicki Minaj'/><title>Super Bass - Nicki Minaj</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="300" height="220" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4JipHEz53sU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This one is for the boys with the boomin' system&lt;br /&gt;
Top down, AC with the coolin' system&lt;br /&gt;
When he come up in the club, he be blazin' up&lt;br /&gt;
Got stacks on deck like he savin' up&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And he ill, he real, he might got a deal&lt;br /&gt;
He pop bottles and he got the right kind of build&lt;br /&gt;
He cold, he dope, he might sell coke&lt;br /&gt;
He always in the air, but he never fly coach&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He a muthafuckin trip, trip, sailor of the ship, ship&lt;br /&gt;
When he make it drip, drip kiss him on the lip, lip&lt;br /&gt;
That's the kind of dude I was lookin' for&lt;br /&gt;
And yes you'll get slapped if you're lookin' ho&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I said, excuse me you're a hell of a guy&lt;br /&gt;
I mean my, my, my, my you're like pelican fly&lt;br /&gt;
I mean, you're so shy and I'm loving your tie&lt;br /&gt;
You're like slicker than the guy with the thing on his eye, oh&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes I did, yes I did&lt;br /&gt;
Somebody please tell him who the eff I is&lt;br /&gt;
I am Nicki Minaj, I mack them dudes up&lt;br /&gt;
Back coupes up, and chuck the deuce up&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Boy you got my heartbeat runnin' away&lt;br /&gt;
Beating like a drum and it's coming your way&lt;br /&gt;
Can't you hear that boom, badoom, boom&lt;br /&gt;
Boom, badoom, boom bass?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He got that super bass&lt;br /&gt;
Boom, badoom, boom&lt;br /&gt;
Boom, badoom, boom bass&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah that's that super bass&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Boom, badoom, boom&lt;br /&gt;
Boom, badoom, boom, he got that super bass&lt;br /&gt;
Boom, badoom, boom&lt;br /&gt;
Boom, badoom, boom, yeah that's that super bass&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This one is for the boys in the Polos&lt;br /&gt;
Entrepreneur niggas in the moguls&lt;br /&gt;
He could ball with the crew, he could solo&lt;br /&gt;
But I think I like him better when he dolo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I think I like him better with the fitted cap on&lt;br /&gt;
He ain't even gotta try to put the mac on&lt;br /&gt;
He just gotta give me that look, when he give me that look&lt;br /&gt;
Then the panties comin' off, off, unh&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Excuse me, you're a hell of a guy&lt;br /&gt;
You know I really got a thing for American guys&lt;br /&gt;
I mean, sigh, sickenin' eyes&lt;br /&gt;
I can tell that you're in touch with your feminine side, oh&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes I did, yes I did&lt;br /&gt;
Somebody please tell him who the eff I is&lt;br /&gt;
I am Nicki Minaj, I mack them dudes up&lt;br /&gt;
Back coupes up, and chuck the deuce up&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Boy you got my heartbeat runnin' away&lt;br /&gt;
Beating like a drum and it's coming your way&lt;br /&gt;
Can't you hear that boom, badoom, boom&lt;br /&gt;
Boom, badoom, boom bass?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He got that super bass&lt;br /&gt;
Boom, badoom, boom&lt;br /&gt;
Boom, badoom, boom bass&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah that's that super bass&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Boom, badoom, boom&lt;br /&gt;
Boom, badoom, boom, he got that super bass&lt;br /&gt;
Boom, badoom, boom&lt;br /&gt;
Boom, badoom, boom, yeah that's that super bass&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
See I need you in my life for me to stay&lt;br /&gt;
No, no, no, no, no I know you'll stay&lt;br /&gt;
No, no, no, no, no don't go away&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Boy you got my heartbeat runnin' away&lt;br /&gt;
Don't you hear that heartbeat comin' your way?&lt;br /&gt;
Oh it be like, boom, badoom, boom&lt;br /&gt;
Boom, badoom, boom bass&lt;br /&gt;
Can't you hear that boom, badoom, boom&lt;br /&gt;
Boom, badoom, boom bass?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Boy you got my heartbeat runnin' away&lt;br /&gt;
Beating like a drum and it's coming your way&lt;br /&gt;
Can't you hear that boom, badoom, boom&lt;br /&gt;
Boom, badoom, boom bass?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He got that super bass&lt;br /&gt;
Boom, badoom, boom&lt;br /&gt;
Boom, badoom, boom bass&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah that's that super bass&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Boom, badoom, boom&lt;br /&gt;
Boom, badoom, boom, he got that super bass&lt;br /&gt;
Boom, badoom, boom&lt;br /&gt;
Boom, badoom, boom, yeah that's that super bass&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7737249332351662798-5554050601309938141?l=beemoeziek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/feeds/5554050601309938141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/08/super-bass-nicki-minaj.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/5554050601309938141?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/5554050601309938141?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/08/super-bass-nicki-minaj.html' title='Super Bass - Nicki Minaj'/><author><name>recky djayoesman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271252708717452258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04193304281675435388'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/4JipHEz53sU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0UEQng_cCp7ImA9WhdRFUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7737249332351662798.post-1431433064923760950</id><published>2011-08-06T08:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T08:46:43.648+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-06T08:46:43.648+07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selena Gomez'/><title>Who Say - Selena Gomez</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="300" height="220" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BzE1mX4Px0I" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I wouldn't wanna be anybody else, hey&lt;br /&gt;
You made me insecure, to me I wasn't good enough&lt;br /&gt;
But who are you to judge&lt;br /&gt;
When you're a diamond in the rough&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm sure you got some things&lt;br /&gt;
You'd like to change about yourself&lt;br /&gt;
But when it comes to me&lt;br /&gt;
I wouldn't want to be anybody else&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm no beauty queen, I'm just beautiful me&lt;br /&gt;
You got every right to a beautiful life, come on&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Who says, who says you're not perfect&lt;br /&gt;
Who says you're not worth it&lt;br /&gt;
Who says you're the only one that's hurting&lt;br /&gt;
Trust me that's the price of beauty&lt;br /&gt;
Who says you're not pretty&lt;br /&gt;
Who says you're not beautiful, who says?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's such a funny thing&lt;br /&gt;
How nothing's funny when it's you&lt;br /&gt;
You tell 'em what you mean&lt;br /&gt;
But they keep whitin' out the the truth&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's like the work of art&lt;br /&gt;
That never get to see the light&lt;br /&gt;
Keep you beneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;
Won't let you touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm no beauty queen, I'm just beautiful me&lt;br /&gt;
You got every right to a beautiful life, come on&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Who says, who says you're not perfect&lt;br /&gt;
Who says you're not worth it&lt;br /&gt;
Who says you're the only one that's hurting&lt;br /&gt;
Trust me that's the price of beauty&lt;br /&gt;
Who says you're not pretty&lt;br /&gt;
Who says you're not beautiful, who says?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Who says you're not star potential&lt;br /&gt;
Who says you're not presidential&lt;br /&gt;
Who says you can't be in movies&lt;br /&gt;
Listen to me, listen to me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Who says you don't pass the test&lt;br /&gt;
Who says you can't be the best&lt;br /&gt;
Who said, who said?&lt;br /&gt;
Would you tell me who said that, yeah&lt;br /&gt;
Who said&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Who says, who says you're not perfect&lt;br /&gt;
Who says you're not worth it&lt;br /&gt;
Who says you're the only one that's hurting&lt;br /&gt;
Trust me that's the price of beauty&lt;br /&gt;
Who says you're not pretty&lt;br /&gt;
Who says you're not beautiful, who says?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Who says you're not perfect&lt;br /&gt;
Who says you're not worth it&lt;br /&gt;
Who says you're the only one that's hurting&lt;br /&gt;
Trust me that's the price of beauty&lt;br /&gt;
Who says you're not pretty&lt;br /&gt;
Who says you're not beautiful, who says?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7737249332351662798-1431433064923760950?l=beemoeziek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/feeds/1431433064923760950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/08/who-say-selena-gomez.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/1431433064923760950?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/1431433064923760950?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/08/who-say-selena-gomez.html' title='Who Say - Selena Gomez'/><author><name>recky djayoesman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271252708717452258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04193304281675435388'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BzE1mX4Px0I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkADQ3YzfCp7ImA9WhdRFUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7737249332351662798.post-1033470206230910406</id><published>2011-08-06T08:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T08:39:32.884+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-06T08:39:32.884+07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink'/><title>Raise Your Glass - Pink</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="300" height="220" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XjVNlG5cZyQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Right Right turn off the lights,&lt;br /&gt;
We gonna lose our minds tonight,&lt;br /&gt;
Whats the dealio?&lt;br /&gt;
I love when its all to much,&lt;br /&gt;
5 am turn the radio up,&lt;br /&gt;
Wheres the rock and roll?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Party Crasher,&lt;br /&gt;
Panty snatcher,&lt;br /&gt;
Call me up if you are gangster,&lt;br /&gt;
dont be fancy just get dancey,&lt;br /&gt;
Why so serious?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So raise your glass,&lt;br /&gt;
if you are wrong in all the right ways,&lt;br /&gt;
All my under dogs&lt;br /&gt;
we will never be &lt;br /&gt;
never be anything but loud,&lt;br /&gt;
and nitty gritty dirty little freaks&lt;br /&gt;
Wont you come on and come on and raise your glass,&lt;br /&gt;
Just come on and come on and raise your glass,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Slam slam oh hot damn&lt;br /&gt;
what part of party dont you understand,&lt;br /&gt;
wish you'de just freak out,&lt;br /&gt;
cant stop comin in hot, i should be locked up right on the spot,&lt;br /&gt;
its so on right now,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Party crasher,&lt;br /&gt;
Panty snatcher,&lt;br /&gt;
Call me up if you are gangster,&lt;br /&gt;
dont be fancy just get dancy,&lt;br /&gt;
Why so serious?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So raise your glass,&lt;br /&gt;
if you are wrong in all the right ways,&lt;br /&gt;
All my under dogs&lt;br /&gt;
we will never be &lt;br /&gt;
never be anything but loud,&lt;br /&gt;
and nitty gritty dirty little freaks&lt;br /&gt;
Wont you come on and come on and raise your glass,&lt;br /&gt;
Just come on and come on and raise your glass,&lt;br /&gt;
Wont you come on and come on and raise your glass,&lt;br /&gt;
Just come on and come on and raise your glass,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh s*** my glass is empty,&lt;br /&gt;
THAT SUCKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;
So if you're to school for cool,&lt;br /&gt;
and your treat like a fool,&lt;br /&gt;
you can choose to let it go,&lt;br /&gt;
we can always we can always.&lt;br /&gt;
party on our own.&lt;br /&gt;
SO RAISE YOUR GLASS!!! (ah f**k)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So raise your glass,&lt;br /&gt;
if you are wrong in all the right ways,&lt;br /&gt;
All my under dogs&lt;br /&gt;
we will never be &lt;br /&gt;
never be anything but loud,&lt;br /&gt;
and nitty gritty dirty little freaks&lt;br /&gt;
So raise your glass,&lt;br /&gt;
if your all wrong in all the right ways,&lt;br /&gt;
All my under dogs,&lt;br /&gt;
we will never be &lt;br /&gt;
never be anything but loud,&lt;br /&gt;
and nitty gritty dirty little freaks&lt;br /&gt;
Wont you come on and come on and raise your glass,&lt;br /&gt;
Just come on and come on and raise your glass,&lt;br /&gt;
Wont you come on and come on and raise your glass,&lt;br /&gt;
Just come on and come on and raise your glass,&lt;br /&gt;
for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7737249332351662798-1033470206230910406?l=beemoeziek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/feeds/1033470206230910406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/08/raise-your-glass-pink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/1033470206230910406?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/1033470206230910406?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/08/raise-your-glass-pink.html' title='Raise Your Glass - Pink'/><author><name>recky djayoesman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271252708717452258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04193304281675435388'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/XjVNlG5cZyQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUMBQHg6cCp7ImA9WhdRFUw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7737249332351662798.post-3338828688502715276</id><published>2011-08-05T10:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T10:04:11.618+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-05T10:04:11.618+07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beyonce'/><title>1+1 - Beyonce</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="300" height="220" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MBK_GqLHEZo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Verse 1:&lt;br /&gt;
If I ain’t got nothing,&lt;br /&gt;
I got you.&lt;br /&gt;
If I ain’t got something, I don’t give a damn,&lt;br /&gt;
Cause I got it with you.&lt;br /&gt;
I don’t know much about about algebra, but I know&lt;br /&gt;
1+1=2&lt;br /&gt;
And it’s me, and you&lt;br /&gt;
That’s all we’ll have when the world is through&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hook:&lt;br /&gt;
Cause Baby we aint got nothing without love.&lt;br /&gt;
Darlin’ you got enough for,&lt;br /&gt;
The both of us.&lt;br /&gt;
So come on baby!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;
Make love to me!&lt;br /&gt;
When my days look low, Pull me in close,&lt;br /&gt;
And don’t let me go!&lt;br /&gt;
Make love to me.&lt;br /&gt;
SO when the world’s at war,&lt;br /&gt;
Let our love heal us all.&lt;br /&gt;
Right now baby, make love to me.&lt;br /&gt;
Me, me, me, me… Oh&lt;br /&gt;
Make love to me…&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;
Hey, I don’t know much about guns, but I…&lt;br /&gt;
I’ve been shot by you,&lt;br /&gt;
Hey., and I don’t know when I’m gon’ die but I hope…&lt;br /&gt;
That I’m gon’ die by you!&lt;br /&gt;
Hey! And I don’t know much about fighting, but I…&lt;br /&gt;
I know I will fight for you!&lt;br /&gt;
Hey!&lt;br /&gt;
Just when I ball up my fists I realize…&lt;br /&gt;
I’m laying right next to you,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hook:&lt;br /&gt;
Baby we aint got nothing but love.&lt;br /&gt;
And Darlin’ you got enough for,&lt;br /&gt;
The both of us.&lt;br /&gt;
Whoo!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;
Make love to me!&lt;br /&gt;
When my days look low, Pull me in close,&lt;br /&gt;
And don’t let me go! Make love to me.&lt;br /&gt;
SO when the world’s at war,&lt;br /&gt;
Let our love heal us all, help me let down my guard&lt;br /&gt;
Make love to me&lt;br /&gt;
Me, me, me, me… Oh&lt;br /&gt;
Make love to me&lt;br /&gt;
Me, me, me, me…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7737249332351662798-3338828688502715276?l=beemoeziek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/feeds/3338828688502715276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/08/11-beyonce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/3338828688502715276?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/3338828688502715276?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/08/11-beyonce.html' title='1+1 - Beyonce'/><author><name>recky djayoesman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271252708717452258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04193304281675435388'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MBK_GqLHEZo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUcFRH07eyp7ImA9WhdRFUw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7737249332351662798.post-7621916454523834870</id><published>2011-08-05T09:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T09:56:55.303+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-05T09:56:55.303+07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Seconds To Mars'/><title>The Kill - 30 Seconds to Mars</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="300" height="220" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8yvGCAvOAfM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The What if I wanted to break&lt;br /&gt;
Laugh it all off in your face&lt;br /&gt;
What would you do? (Oh, oh)&lt;br /&gt;
What if I fell to the floor&lt;br /&gt;
Couldn’t take all this anymore&lt;br /&gt;
What would you do, do, do?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Come break me down&lt;br /&gt;
Bury me, bury me&lt;br /&gt;
I am finished with you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What if I wanted to fight&lt;br /&gt;
Beg for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;
What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;
You say you wanted more&lt;br /&gt;
What are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;
I’m not running from you (from you)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Come break me down&lt;br /&gt;
Bury me, bury me&lt;br /&gt;
I am finished with you&lt;br /&gt;
Look in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;
You’re killing me, killing me&lt;br /&gt;
All I wanted was you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I tried to be someone else&lt;br /&gt;
But nothing seemed to change&lt;br /&gt;
I know now, this is who I really am inside.&lt;br /&gt;
Finally found myself&lt;br /&gt;
Fighting for a chance.&lt;br /&gt;
I know now, this is who I really am.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, ah&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, ah&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Come break me down&lt;br /&gt;
Bury me, bury me&lt;br /&gt;
I am finished with you, you, you.&lt;br /&gt;
Look in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;
You’re killing me, killing me&lt;br /&gt;
All I wanted was you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Come break me down (bury me, bury me)&lt;br /&gt;
Break me down (bury me, bury me)&lt;br /&gt;
Break me down (bury me, bury me)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(You say you wanted more)&lt;br /&gt;
What if I wanted to break…?&lt;br /&gt;
(What are you waiting for?)&lt;br /&gt;
Bury me, bury me&lt;br /&gt;
(I’m not running from you)&lt;br /&gt;
What if I&lt;br /&gt;
What if I&lt;br /&gt;
What if I&lt;br /&gt;
What if I&lt;br /&gt;
Bury me, bury me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7737249332351662798-7621916454523834870?l=beemoeziek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/feeds/7621916454523834870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/08/kill-30-seconds-to-mars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/7621916454523834870?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/7621916454523834870?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/08/kill-30-seconds-to-mars.html' title='The Kill - 30 Seconds to Mars'/><author><name>recky djayoesman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271252708717452258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04193304281675435388'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8yvGCAvOAfM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEQBQnY5cSp7ImA9WhdRFUw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7737249332351662798.post-6158115940901522338</id><published>2011-08-05T09:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T09:45:53.829+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-05T09:45:53.829+07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Guetta'/><title>Where Dem Girls At - David Guetta</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="300" height="220" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/p4kVWCSzfK4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So many girls in here, where do I begin?&lt;br /&gt;
I seen this one, I’m bout to go in&lt;br /&gt;
Then she said, I’m here with my friends&lt;br /&gt;
She got me thinking and that’s when I said&lt;br /&gt;
Where dem girls at, girls at? oooo&lt;br /&gt;
Where dem girls at, girls at? oooo&lt;br /&gt;
Where dem girls at, girls at? oooo&lt;br /&gt;
So go get them, we can all be friends&lt;br /&gt;
Hey, bring it on baby, all your friends&lt;br /&gt;
You’re the shit and I love that body&lt;br /&gt;
You wanna ball, lets mix it, I swear you’re good, I wont tell nobody&lt;br /&gt;
You got a BFF, I wanna see that girl, it’s all women invited&lt;br /&gt;
Hair do’s and nails, that Louis Chanel all up in the body&lt;br /&gt;
President’s in my wallet, no rules I’m bout it&lt;br /&gt;
Blow the whistle for the hotties&lt;br /&gt;
I got it, shawty, it’s never too much, can’t be doing too much&lt;br /&gt;
Ten to one of me, I can handle that love&lt;br /&gt;
Outta of my reach, we can all get buzz&lt;br /&gt;
Holla cause I’m free, no matter it’s no rush&lt;br /&gt;
So many girls in here, where do I begin?&lt;br /&gt;
I seen this one, I’m bout to go in&lt;br /&gt;
Then she said, I’m here with my friends&lt;br /&gt;
She got me thinking and that’s when I said&lt;br /&gt;
Where dem girls at, girls at? oooo&lt;br /&gt;
Where dem girls at, girls at? oooo&lt;br /&gt;
Where dem girls at, girls at? oooo&lt;br /&gt;
So go get them, we can all be friends&lt;br /&gt;
Peebe, peebe, who’s people barkin’&lt;br /&gt;
Two years ago I renewed my license&lt;br /&gt;
Anyway why’d I start my verse like that&lt;br /&gt;
Cause I can do it, you can suck on a ballsack&lt;br /&gt;
No, no I don’t endorse that, pause that, abort that&lt;br /&gt;
Just the other day mi go London, saw dat, kids down the street&lt;br /&gt;
Paparazzi, all dat&lt;br /&gt;
Hey hey what can I say? Day day day da-day day&lt;br /&gt;
Coming through the club all the girls in the back of me&lt;br /&gt;
This ain’t football why the f-ck they tryna tackle me?&lt;br /&gt;
Really, I pick dude at the bar like really, looking like he wanna good time like really&lt;br /&gt;
Said he had a friend for my home girl Lilly, Lilly, Lilly, Lilly&lt;br /&gt;
So many boys in here where do I begin&lt;br /&gt;
I see this one, I’m bout to go in&lt;br /&gt;
Than he said I’m here with my friends&lt;br /&gt;
He got to thank us, then that’s when he said&lt;br /&gt;
Where dem girls at, girls at? oooo&lt;br /&gt;
Where dem girls at, girls at? oooo&lt;br /&gt;
Where dem girls at, girls at? oooo&lt;br /&gt;
So go get them, we can all be friends&lt;br /&gt;
Where my girls at uhh, hmm, uhh&lt;br /&gt;
Where my girls at uhh, hmm, uhh&lt;br /&gt;
Yo, where my girls at uhh, hmm, uhh&lt;br /&gt;
Yo, where my girls try’na get to jumpin’ jumpin’ jumpin’&lt;br /&gt;
So many girls in here, where do I begin?&lt;br /&gt;
I seen this one, I’m bout to go in&lt;br /&gt;
Then she said, I’m here with my friends&lt;br /&gt;
She got me thinking and that’s when I said&lt;br /&gt;
Where dem girls at, girls at? oooo&lt;br /&gt;
Where dem girls at, girls at? oooo&lt;br /&gt;
Where dem girls at, girls at? oooo&lt;br /&gt;
She got me thinking and that’s when I said&lt;br /&gt;
Where dem girls at, girls at? oooo&lt;br /&gt;
Where dem girls at, girls at? oooo&lt;br /&gt;
Where dem girls at, girls at? oooo&lt;br /&gt;
So go get them, we can all be friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7737249332351662798-6158115940901522338?l=beemoeziek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/feeds/6158115940901522338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/08/where-dem-girls-at-david-guetta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/6158115940901522338?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/6158115940901522338?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/08/where-dem-girls-at-david-guetta.html' title='Where Dem Girls At - David Guetta'/><author><name>recky djayoesman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271252708717452258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04193304281675435388'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/p4kVWCSzfK4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEUHQH87eyp7ImA9WhdRFUw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7737249332351662798.post-4862847580627353699</id><published>2011-08-05T09:43:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T09:43:51.103+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-05T09:43:51.103+07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruno Mars'/><title>Today My Life Begins - Bruno Mars</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="300" height="220" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rklEbVdBUaw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I’ve been working hard so long&lt;br /&gt;
Seems like pain has been my only friend&lt;br /&gt;
My fragile heart’s been done so wrong&lt;br /&gt;
I wondered if I’d ever heal again&lt;br /&gt;
Ohh just like all the seasons never stay the same&lt;br /&gt;
All around me I can feel a change (ohh)&lt;br /&gt;
I will break these chains that bind me, happiness will find me&lt;br /&gt;
Leave the past behind me, today my life begins&lt;br /&gt;
A whole new world is waiting it’s mine for the takin’&lt;br /&gt;
I know I can make it, today my life begins&lt;br /&gt;
Yesterday has come and gone&lt;br /&gt;
And I’ve learnt how to leave it where it is&lt;br /&gt;
And I see that I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;
For ever doubting I could win&lt;br /&gt;
Ohh just like all the seasons never stay the same&lt;br /&gt;
All around me I can feel a change (ohh)&lt;br /&gt;
I will break these chains that bind me, happiness will find me&lt;br /&gt;
Leave the past behind me, today my life begins&lt;br /&gt;
A whole new world is waiting it’s mine for the takin&lt;br /&gt;
I know I can make it, today my life begins&lt;br /&gt;
Life’s too short to have regrets&lt;br /&gt;
So I’m learning now to leave it in the past and try to forget&lt;br /&gt;
Only have one life to live&lt;br /&gt;
So you better make the best of it&lt;br /&gt;
I will break these chains that bind me, happiness will find me&lt;br /&gt;
Leave the past behind me, today my life begins&lt;br /&gt;
A whole new world is waiting it’s mine for the takin&lt;br /&gt;
I know I can make it, today my life begins&lt;br /&gt;
I will break these chains that bind me, happiness will find me&lt;br /&gt;
Leave the past behind me, today my life begins&lt;br /&gt;
A whole new world is waiting it’s mine for the takin&lt;br /&gt;
I know I can make it, today my life begins&lt;br /&gt;
Today my life begins…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7737249332351662798-4862847580627353699?l=beemoeziek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/feeds/4862847580627353699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/08/today-my-life-begins-bruno-mars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/4862847580627353699?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/4862847580627353699?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/08/today-my-life-begins-bruno-mars.html' title='Today My Life Begins - Bruno Mars'/><author><name>recky djayoesman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271252708717452258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04193304281675435388'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rklEbVdBUaw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEcBQXs-fip7ImA9WhdRFUw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7737249332351662798.post-5072736136283446892</id><published>2011-08-05T09:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T09:40:50.556+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-05T09:40:50.556+07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shakira'/><title>Rabiosa - Shakira</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="300" height="220" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/a5irTX82olg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Rabiosa&lt;br /&gt;
If you don’t get enough I’ll make it double,&lt;br /&gt;
I got my boy in big, big trouble&lt;br /&gt;
You know I want ya, Atracao Ahi Ratata&lt;br /&gt;
You got a lot of the sex appeal&lt;br /&gt;
Don’t play around because I’m for real&lt;br /&gt;
You see that road isn’t meant for me&lt;br /&gt;
You know I want you amarrao aqui&lt;br /&gt;
Oye papi, If you like it mocha&lt;br /&gt;
Come down a little closer and bite me en la boca&lt;br /&gt;
Oye papi, If you like it mocha&lt;br /&gt;
Come get a little closer and bite me en la boca&lt;br /&gt;
Rabiosa, Rabiosa&lt;br /&gt;
Come Closer, come pull me closer&lt;br /&gt;
Yo soy Rabiosa, rabiosa.&lt;br /&gt;
Come pull me closer&lt;br /&gt;
Rabiosa,&lt;br /&gt;
If you don’t get enough I’ll make it double&lt;br /&gt;
I’m trying to have fun, I love you, but you want me atracao&lt;br /&gt;
You got a lot of sex appeal, (ratata)&lt;br /&gt;
I don’t play baby, I’m for real&lt;br /&gt;
But that road isn’t meant for me, and I want you amarrao aqui&lt;br /&gt;
Oye mami, lemme get the mocha,&lt;br /&gt;
Come down a little closer and bite me en la boca&lt;br /&gt;
Oye papi, you like it mocha,&lt;br /&gt;
Come down a little closer and bite me en la boca&lt;br /&gt;
Oye mami, I like your mocha,&lt;br /&gt;
Come down a little closer and bite me enla woka&lt;br /&gt;
Oye papi, you like it mocha,&lt;br /&gt;
Come down a little closer and bite me en la boca&lt;br /&gt;
Rabiosa, Rabiosa&lt;br /&gt;
Come pull me closer&lt;br /&gt;
Yo soy rabiosa, rabiosa&lt;br /&gt;
Come pull me closer&lt;br /&gt;
Oye mami, lemme get the mocha,&lt;br /&gt;
Come Down a little closer and bite me en la boca&lt;br /&gt;
Oye papi, you like it mocha,&lt;br /&gt;
Come down a little closer and bite me en la boca&lt;br /&gt;
Oye mami, I like your mocha,&lt;br /&gt;
Come down a little closer and bite me en la boca&lt;br /&gt;
Oye papi, you like it mocha,&lt;br /&gt;
Come down a little closer and bite me en la boca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7737249332351662798-5072736136283446892?l=beemoeziek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/feeds/5072736136283446892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/08/rabiosa-shakira.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/5072736136283446892?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/5072736136283446892?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/08/rabiosa-shakira.html' title='Rabiosa - Shakira'/><author><name>recky djayoesman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271252708717452258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04193304281675435388'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/a5irTX82olg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUABQ3w8eCp7ImA9WhdRFE8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7737249332351662798.post-5623128404859489288</id><published>2011-08-04T09:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T09:09:12.270+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-04T09:09:12.270+07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Swift'/><title>Mean - Taylor Swift</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="300" height="220" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jYa1eI1hpDE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You, with your words like knives and swords and weapons that you use against me&lt;br /&gt;
You have knocked me off my feet again got me feeling like I'm nothing&lt;br /&gt;
You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard, calling me out when I'm wounded&lt;br /&gt;
You, pickin' on the weaker man&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, you can take me down with just one single blow&lt;br /&gt;
But you don't know what you don't know&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Someday I'll be living in a big old city&lt;br /&gt;
And all you're ever gonna be is mean&lt;br /&gt;
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me&lt;br /&gt;
And all you're ever gonna be is mean&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why you gotta be so mean?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You, with your switching sides and your walk-by lies and your humiliation&lt;br /&gt;
You, have pointed out my flaws again as if I don't already see them&lt;br /&gt;
I'll walk with my head down trying to block you out 'cause I'll never impress you&lt;br /&gt;
I just wanna feel okay again&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'll bet you got pushed around, somebody made you cold&lt;br /&gt;
But the cycle ends right now 'cause you can't lead me down that road&lt;br /&gt;
And you don't know what you don't know&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Someday I'll be living in a big old city&lt;br /&gt;
[From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/t/taylor-swift-lyrics/mean-lyrics.html ]&lt;br /&gt;
And all you're ever gonna be is mean&lt;br /&gt;
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me&lt;br /&gt;
And all you're ever gonna be is mean&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why you gotta be so mean?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I can see you years from now in a bar, talking over a football game&lt;br /&gt;
With that same big loud opinion but nobody's listening&lt;br /&gt;
Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things&lt;br /&gt;
Drunk and grumbling on about how I can't sing&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But all you are is mean&lt;br /&gt;
All you are is mean and a liar and pathetic and alone in life&lt;br /&gt;
And mean, and mean, and mean, and mean&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But someday I'll be living in a big old city&lt;br /&gt;
And all you're ever gonna be is mean, yeah&lt;br /&gt;
Someday, I'll be big enough so you can't hit me&lt;br /&gt;
And all you're ever gonna be is mean&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why you gotta be so mean?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Someday, I'll be, living in a big old city&lt;br /&gt;
(Why you gotta be so mean?)&lt;br /&gt;
And all you're ever gonna be is mean&lt;br /&gt;
(Why you gotta be so mean?)&lt;br /&gt;
Someday, I'll be big enough so you can't hit me&lt;br /&gt;
(Why you gotta be so mean?)&lt;br /&gt;
And all you're ever gonna be is mean&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why you gotta be so mean?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7737249332351662798-5623128404859489288?l=beemoeziek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/feeds/5623128404859489288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/08/mean-taylor-swift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/5623128404859489288?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/5623128404859489288?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/08/mean-taylor-swift.html' title='Mean - Taylor Swift'/><author><name>recky djayoesman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271252708717452258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04193304281675435388'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jYa1eI1hpDE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUcBQH84eip7ImA9WhdRFE8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7737249332351662798.post-2634856103673912046</id><published>2011-08-04T08:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T08:57:31.132+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-04T08:57:31.132+07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy Winehouse'/><title>Back To Back - Amy Winehouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="300" height="220" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TJAfLE39ZZ8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He left no time to regret &lt;br /&gt;
Kept his dick wet &lt;br /&gt;
With his same old safe bet &lt;br /&gt;
Me and my head high &lt;br /&gt;
And my tears dry &lt;br /&gt;
Get on without my guy &lt;br /&gt;
You went back to what you knew &lt;br /&gt;
So far removed from all that we went through &lt;br /&gt;
And I tread a troubled track &lt;br /&gt;
My odds are stacked &lt;br /&gt;
I'll go back to black &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We only said good-bye with words &lt;br /&gt;
I died a hundred times &lt;br /&gt;
You go back to her &lt;br /&gt;
And I go back to..... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I go back to us &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I love you much &lt;br /&gt;
It's not enough &lt;br /&gt;
You love blow and I love puff &lt;br /&gt;
[ From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/a/amy-winehouse-lyrics/back-to-black-lyrics.html ]&lt;br /&gt;
And life is like a pipe &lt;br /&gt;
And I'm a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We only said goodbye with words &lt;br /&gt;
I died a hundred times &lt;br /&gt;
You go back to her &lt;br /&gt;
And I go back to &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Black, black, black, black, black, black, black, &lt;br /&gt;
I go back to &lt;br /&gt;
I go back to &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We only said good-bye with words &lt;br /&gt;
I died a hundred times &lt;br /&gt;
You go back to her &lt;br /&gt;
And I go back to &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We only said good-bye with words &lt;br /&gt;
I died a hundred times &lt;br /&gt;
You go back to her &lt;br /&gt;
And I go back to black&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7737249332351662798-2634856103673912046?l=beemoeziek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/feeds/2634856103673912046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-to-back-amy-winehouse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/2634856103673912046?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/2634856103673912046?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-to-back-amy-winehouse.html' title='Back To Back - Amy Winehouse'/><author><name>recky djayoesman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271252708717452258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04193304281675435388'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TJAfLE39ZZ8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEEGR3w4fCp7ImA9WhdRFE8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7737249332351662798.post-7156222767825308469</id><published>2011-08-04T08:47:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T08:50:26.234+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-04T08:50:26.234+07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rihanna'/><title>California King Bed - Rihanna</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="300" height="220" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nhBorPm6JjQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Chest to chest, nose to nose&lt;br /&gt;
Palm to palm, we were always just that close&lt;br /&gt;
Wrist to wrist, toe to toe&lt;br /&gt;
Lips that felt just like the inside of a rose&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So how come when I reach out my finger&lt;br /&gt;
It feels like more than distance between us?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In this California king bed&lt;br /&gt;
We're ten thousand miles apart&lt;br /&gt;
I've been California wishing on these stars&lt;br /&gt;
For your heart on me, my California king&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eye to eye, cheek to cheek&lt;br /&gt;
Side by side, you were sleeping next to me&lt;br /&gt;
Arm in arm, dusk to dawn with the curtains drawn&lt;br /&gt;
And a little last night on these sheets&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So how come when I reach out my fingers&lt;br /&gt;
It seems like more than distance between us?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In this California king bed&lt;br /&gt;
We're ten thousand miles apart&lt;br /&gt;
I've been California wishing on these stars&lt;br /&gt;
For your heart on me, my California king&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just when I felt like giving up on us&lt;br /&gt;
You turned around and gave me one last touch&lt;br /&gt;
That made everything feel better&lt;br /&gt;
And even then my eyes got wetter&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So confused wanna ask you if you love me&lt;br /&gt;
But I don't wanna seem so weak&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe I've been California dreaming&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In this California king bed&lt;br /&gt;
We're ten thousand miles apart&lt;br /&gt;
California wishing on these stars&lt;br /&gt;
For your heart on me, my California king&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My California king&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In this California king bed&lt;br /&gt;
We're ten thousand miles apart&lt;br /&gt;
I've been California wishing on these stars&lt;br /&gt;
For your heart on me, my California king&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7737249332351662798-7156222767825308469?l=beemoeziek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/feeds/7156222767825308469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/08/california-king-bed-rihanna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/7156222767825308469?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/7156222767825308469?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/08/california-king-bed-rihanna.html' title='California King Bed - Rihanna'/><author><name>recky djayoesman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271252708717452258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04193304281675435388'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nhBorPm6JjQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEcGR305fSp7ImA9WhdRFE8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7737249332351662798.post-795174965961184361</id><published>2011-08-04T08:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T08:40:26.325+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-04T08:40:26.325+07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scotty Mccreery'/><title>I Love You This Big - Scotty Mccreery</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="220" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IzlkfTHvBow" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I know I'm still young&lt;br /&gt;
But, I know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;
I might not have too much experience&lt;br /&gt;
But, I know when love is real.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
By the way my heart starts pounding&lt;br /&gt;
When I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;
I might look a little silly&lt;br /&gt;
Standing with my arms stretched open wide.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I love you this big&lt;br /&gt;
Eyes have never seen... this big&lt;br /&gt;
No-one's ever dreamed... this big&lt;br /&gt;
And I'll spend the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;
Explaining what words cannot describe but, I'll try&lt;br /&gt;
I love you this big&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'll love you to the moon and back&lt;br /&gt;
I'll love you all the time&lt;br /&gt;
Deeper than the ocean&lt;br /&gt;
And higher than the pines.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cause girl, you do something to me&lt;br /&gt;
Deep down in my heart&lt;br /&gt;
I know I look a little crazy&lt;br /&gt;
Standing with my arms stretched all apart&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I love you this big&lt;br /&gt;
Eyes have never seen... this big&lt;br /&gt;
No-one's ever dreamed... this big&lt;br /&gt;
And I'll spend the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;
Explaining what words cannot describe but, I'll try&lt;br /&gt;
I love you this big&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So much bigger than I ever dreamed my heart ever would&lt;br /&gt;
I love you this big&lt;br /&gt;
And I'd write your name in stars across the sky&lt;br /&gt;
If I could, I would&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I love you this big&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, eyes have never seen... this big&lt;br /&gt;
No-one's ever dreamed... this big&lt;br /&gt;
And I'll spend the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;
Explaining what words cannot describe but, I'll try&lt;br /&gt;
I love you this big&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I love you this big&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, eyes have never seen... this big&lt;br /&gt;
No-one's ever dreamed... this big&lt;br /&gt;
And I'll spend the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;
Explaining what words cannot describe but, I'll try&lt;br /&gt;
I love you this big&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7737249332351662798-795174965961184361?l=beemoeziek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/feeds/795174965961184361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-love-you-this-big-scotty-mccreery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/795174965961184361?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/795174965961184361?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-love-you-this-big-scotty-mccreery.html' title='I Love You This Big - Scotty Mccreery'/><author><name>recky djayoesman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271252708717452258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04193304281675435388'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/IzlkfTHvBow/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUcBQ3k6eip7ImA9WhdRE0k.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7737249332351662798.post-1148597276974027138</id><published>2011-08-03T11:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T11:50:52.712+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-03T11:50:52.712+07:00</app:edited><title>Airplane- B.O.B</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="300" height="220" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kn6-c223DUU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
[Chorus - Hayley Williams]&lt;br /&gt;
Can we pretend that airplanes&lt;br /&gt;
In the night sky&lt;br /&gt;
Are like shooting stars&lt;br /&gt;
I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)&lt;br /&gt;
Can we pretend that airplanes&lt;br /&gt;
In the night sky&lt;br /&gt;
Are like shooting stars&lt;br /&gt;
I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[Verse 1 - B.o.B]&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah&lt;br /&gt;
I could use a dream or a genie or a wish&lt;br /&gt;
To go back to a place much simpler than this&lt;br /&gt;
Cause after all the partyin and smashin and crashin&lt;br /&gt;
And all the glitz and the glam and the fashion&lt;br /&gt;
And all the pandemonium and all the madness&lt;br /&gt;
There comes a time where you fade to the blackness&lt;br /&gt;
And when youre staring at that phone in your lap&lt;br /&gt;
And you hoping but them people never call you back&lt;br /&gt;
But thats just how the story unfolds&lt;br /&gt;
You get another hand soon after you fold&lt;br /&gt;
And when your plans unravel&lt;br /&gt;
And they sayin what would you wish for&lt;br /&gt;
If you had one chance&lt;br /&gt;
So airplane airplane sorry Im late&lt;br /&gt;
Im on my way so dont close that gate&lt;br /&gt;
If I dont make that then Ill switch my flight&lt;br /&gt;
And Ill be right back at it by the end of the night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[Chorus - Hayley Williams]&lt;br /&gt;
Can we pretend that airplanes&lt;br /&gt;
In the night sky&lt;br /&gt;
Are like shooting stars&lt;br /&gt;
I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)&lt;br /&gt;
Can we pretend that airplanes&lt;br /&gt;
In the night sky&lt;br /&gt;
Are like shooting stars&lt;br /&gt;
I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[Verse 2 - B.o.B]&lt;br /&gt;
Somebody take me back to the days&lt;br /&gt;
Before this was a job, before I got paid&lt;br /&gt;
Before it ever mattered what I had in my bank&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah back when I was tryin to get into the subway&lt;br /&gt;
And back when I was rappin for the hell of it&lt;br /&gt;
But now a days we rappin to stay relevant&lt;br /&gt;
Im guessin that if we can make some wishes outta airplanes&lt;br /&gt;
Then maybe yo maybe Ill go back to the days&lt;br /&gt;
Before the politics that we call the rap game&lt;br /&gt;
And back when aint nobody listened to my mix tape&lt;br /&gt;
And back before I tried to cover up my slang&lt;br /&gt;
But this is for the Cada, whats up Bobby Ray&lt;br /&gt;
So can I get a wish to end the politics&lt;br /&gt;
And get back to the music that started this sh-t&lt;br /&gt;
So here I stand and then again I say&lt;br /&gt;
Im hopin we can make some wishes outta airplanes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[Chorus - Hayley Williams]&lt;br /&gt;
Can we pretend that airplanes&lt;br /&gt;
In the night sky&lt;br /&gt;
Are like shooting stars&lt;br /&gt;
I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)&lt;br /&gt;
Can we pretend that airplanes&lt;br /&gt;
In the night sky&lt;br /&gt;
Are like shooting stars&lt;br /&gt;
I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7737249332351662798-1148597276974027138?l=beemoeziek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/feeds/1148597276974027138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/08/airplane-bob.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/1148597276974027138?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/1148597276974027138?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/08/airplane-bob.html' title='Airplane- B.O.B'/><author><name>recky djayoesman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271252708717452258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04193304281675435388'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kn6-c223DUU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEQDRXs7eip7ImA9WhdRE0k.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7737249332351662798.post-2671507096222267418</id><published>2011-08-03T11:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T11:39:34.502+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-03T11:39:34.502+07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jessie J'/><title>Price Tag – Jessie J</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="300" height="220" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qMxX-QOV9tI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Okay, Coconut man, Moon Heads and Pea&lt;br /&gt;
You ready&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Seems like everybody’s got a price,&lt;br /&gt;
I wonder how they sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;
When the sale comes first,&lt;br /&gt;
And the truth comes second,&lt;br /&gt;
Just stop, for a minute and&lt;br /&gt;
Smile&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why is everybody so serious&lt;br /&gt;
Acting so damn mysterious&lt;br /&gt;
Got your shades on your eyes&lt;br /&gt;
And your heels so high&lt;br /&gt;
That you can’t even have a good time&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everybody look to their left (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;
Everybody look to their right (ha)&lt;br /&gt;
Can you feel that (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;
We’re paying with love tonight&lt;br /&gt;
It’s not about the money, money, money&lt;br /&gt;
We don’t need your money, money, money&lt;br /&gt;
We just wanna make the world dance,&lt;br /&gt;
Forget about the Price Tag&lt;br /&gt;
Ain’t about the (uh) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching.&lt;br /&gt;
Aint about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling&lt;br /&gt;
Wanna make the world dance,&lt;br /&gt;
Forget about the Price Tag.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Okay!&lt;br /&gt;
We need to take it back in time,&lt;br /&gt;
When music made us all unite&lt;br /&gt;
And it wasn’t low blows and video hoes,&lt;br /&gt;
Am I the only one getting tired&lt;br /&gt;
Why is everybody so obsessed&lt;br /&gt;
Money can’t buy us happiness&lt;br /&gt;
Can we all slow down and enjoy right now&lt;br /&gt;
Guarantee we’ll be feeling Alright.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everybody look to their left (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;
Everybody look to their right (ha)&lt;br /&gt;
Can you feel that (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;
We’re paying with love tonight&lt;br /&gt;
It’s not about the money, money, money&lt;br /&gt;
We don’t need your money, money, money&lt;br /&gt;
We just wanna make the world dance,&lt;br /&gt;
Forget about the Price Tag&lt;br /&gt;
Ain’t about the (uh) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aint about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling&lt;br /&gt;
Wanna make the world dance,&lt;br /&gt;
Forget about the Price Tag.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[B.o.B]&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;
Well, keep the price tag&lt;br /&gt;
And take the cash back&lt;br /&gt;
Just give me six strings and a half stACK.&lt;br /&gt;
And you can keep the cars&lt;br /&gt;
Leave me the garage&lt;br /&gt;
And all I..&lt;br /&gt;
Yes all I need are keys and guitars&lt;br /&gt;
And its with in 30 seconds I’m leaving to Mars&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah we leaping across these undefeatable odds&lt;br /&gt;
Its like this man, you can’t put a price on the life&lt;br /&gt;
We do this for the love so we fight and sacrifice everynight&lt;br /&gt;
So we aint gon stumble and fall never&lt;br /&gt;
Waiting to see this in the sign of defeat uh uh&lt;br /&gt;
So we gon keep everyone moving their feet&lt;br /&gt;
So bring back the beat and then everyone sing&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It’s not about the money, money, money&lt;br /&gt;
We don’t need your money, money, money&lt;br /&gt;
We just wanna make the world dance,&lt;br /&gt;
Forget about the Price Tag&lt;br /&gt;
Ain’t about the (uh) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching.&lt;br /&gt;
Aint about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling&lt;br /&gt;
Wanna make the world dance,&lt;br /&gt;
Forget about the Price Tag.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It’s not about the money, money, money&lt;br /&gt;
We don’t need your money, money, money&lt;br /&gt;
We just wanna make the world dance,&lt;br /&gt;
Forget about the Price Tag&lt;br /&gt;
Ain’t about the (uh) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching.&lt;br /&gt;
Aint about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling&lt;br /&gt;
Wanna make the world dance,&lt;br /&gt;
Forget about the Price Tag.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[Jessie J -Outro]&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;
Oo-oooh&lt;br /&gt;
Forget about the price tag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7737249332351662798-2671507096222267418?l=beemoeziek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/feeds/2671507096222267418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/08/price-tag-jessie-j.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/2671507096222267418?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/2671507096222267418?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/08/price-tag-jessie-j.html' title='Price Tag – Jessie J'/><author><name>recky djayoesman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271252708717452258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04193304281675435388'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qMxX-QOV9tI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0YHSHo_cSp7ImA9WhdRE0k.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7737249332351662798.post-3751951678974521644</id><published>2011-08-03T11:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T11:18:59.449+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-03T11:18:59.449+07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Gaga'/><title>Edge Of Glory - Lady Gaga</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="220" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QeWBS0JBNzQ" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There ain't no reason you and me should be alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah baby, tonight, yeah baby&lt;br /&gt;
I got a reason that you&lt;br /&gt;
Who should take me home tonight&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I need a man that thinks it's right when it's all wrong tonight&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah baby, tonight, yeah baby&lt;br /&gt;
Right on the limb is where we know&lt;br /&gt;
We both belong tonight&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's hard to feel the rush&lt;br /&gt;
To brush the dangerous&lt;br /&gt;
I'm gonna run right to, to the edge with you&lt;br /&gt;
Where we can both fall far in love&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm on the edge of glory&lt;br /&gt;
And I'm hanging on a moment of truth&lt;br /&gt;
Out on the edge of glory&lt;br /&gt;
And I'm hanging on a moment with you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm on the edge, the edge, the edge&lt;br /&gt;
The edge, the edge, the edge&lt;br /&gt;
I'm on the edge of glory&lt;br /&gt;
And I'm hanging on a moment with you&lt;br /&gt;
I'm on the edge with you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Another shot before we kiss the other side&lt;br /&gt;
Tonight, yeah baby, tonight, yeah baby&lt;br /&gt;
I'm on the edge of something final&lt;br /&gt;
We call life tonight, alright, alright&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Put on your shades 'cause I'll be dancing in the flames&lt;br /&gt;
Tonight, yeah baby, tonight, yeah baby&lt;br /&gt;
It isn't hell if everybody knows my name&lt;br /&gt;
Tonight, alright, alright&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's hard to feel the rush&lt;br /&gt;
To brush the dangerous&lt;br /&gt;
I'm gonna run right to, to the edge with you&lt;br /&gt;
Where we can both fall far in love&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm on the edge of glory&lt;br /&gt;
And I'm hanging on a moment of truth&lt;br /&gt;
Out on the edge of glory&lt;br /&gt;
And I'm hanging on a moment with you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm on the edge, the edge, the edge&lt;br /&gt;
The edge, the edge, the edge, the edge&lt;br /&gt;
I'm on the edge of glory&lt;br /&gt;
And I'm hanging on a moment with you&lt;br /&gt;
I'm on the edge with you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm on the edge with you&lt;br /&gt;
I'm on the edge with you&lt;br /&gt;
I'm on the edge of glory&lt;br /&gt;
And I'm hanging on a moment of truth&lt;br /&gt;
Out on the edge of glory, and I'm hanging on a moment with you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm on the edge, the edge, the edge&lt;br /&gt;
The edge, the edge, the edge, the edge&lt;br /&gt;
I'm on the edge of glory&lt;br /&gt;
And I'm hanging on a moment with you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm on the edge with you&lt;br /&gt;
With you, with you, with you, with you&lt;br /&gt;
I'm on the edge with you&lt;br /&gt;
With you, with you, with you, with you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm on the edge with you&lt;br /&gt;
With you, with you, with you, with you&lt;br /&gt;
I'm on the edge with you&lt;br /&gt;
With you, with you, with you, with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7737249332351662798-3751951678974521644?l=beemoeziek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/feeds/3751951678974521644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/08/edge-of-glory-lady-gaga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/3751951678974521644?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/3751951678974521644?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/08/edge-of-glory-lady-gaga.html' title='Edge Of Glory - Lady Gaga'/><author><name>recky djayoesman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271252708717452258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04193304281675435388'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QeWBS0JBNzQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEUCRn8_eyp7ImA9WhZaFEQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7737249332351662798.post-2684659697306204458</id><published>2011-07-01T10:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T10:51:07.143+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-07-01T10:51:07.143+07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rebbeca Black'/><title>Friday -Rebbeca Black</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="300" height="220" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/48jZLrbdXiE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(Yeah, Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ark) &lt;br /&gt;
Oo-ooh-ooh, hoo yeah, yeah &lt;br /&gt;
Yeah, yeah &lt;br /&gt;
Yeah-ah-ah &lt;br /&gt;
Yeah-ah-ah &lt;br /&gt;
Yeah-ah-ah &lt;br /&gt;
Yeah-ah-ah &lt;br /&gt;
Yeah, yeah, yeah &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Seven a.m., waking up in the morning &lt;br /&gt;
Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs &lt;br /&gt;
Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal &lt;br /&gt;
Seein' everything, the time is goin' &lt;br /&gt;
Tickin' on and on, everybody's rushin' &lt;br /&gt;
Gotta get down to the bus stop &lt;br /&gt;
Gotta catch my bus, I see my friends (My friends) &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Kickin' in the front seat &lt;br /&gt;
Sittin' in the back seat &lt;br /&gt;
Gotta make my mind up &lt;br /&gt;
Which seat can I take? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's Friday, Friday &lt;br /&gt;
Gotta get down on Friday &lt;br /&gt;
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend &lt;br /&gt;
Friday, Friday &lt;br /&gt;
Gettin' down on Friday &lt;br /&gt;
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah) &lt;br /&gt;
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah) &lt;br /&gt;
Fun, fun, fun, fun &lt;br /&gt;
Lookin' forward to the weekend &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
7:45, we're drivin' on the highway &lt;br /&gt;
Cruisin' so fast, I want time to fly &lt;br /&gt;
Fun, fun, think about fun &lt;br /&gt;
You know what it is &lt;br /&gt;
I got this, you got this &lt;br /&gt;
My friend is by my right, ay &lt;br /&gt;
I got this, you got this &lt;br /&gt;
Now you know it &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Kickin' in the front seat &lt;br /&gt;
Sittin' in the back seat &lt;br /&gt;
Gotta make my mind up &lt;br /&gt;
Which seat can I take? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's Friday, Friday &lt;br /&gt;
Gotta get down on Friday &lt;br /&gt;
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend &lt;br /&gt;
Friday, Friday &lt;br /&gt;
Gettin' down on Friday &lt;br /&gt;
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah) &lt;br /&gt;
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah) &lt;br /&gt;
Fun, fun, fun, fun &lt;br /&gt;
Lookin' forward to the weekend &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yesterday was Thursday, Thursday &lt;br /&gt;
Today i-is Friday, Friday (Partyin') &lt;br /&gt;
We-we-we so excited &lt;br /&gt;
We so excited &lt;br /&gt;
We gonna have a ball today &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tomorrow is Saturday &lt;br /&gt;
And Sunday comes after ... wards &lt;br /&gt;
I don't want this weekend to end &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
R-B, Rebecca Black &lt;br /&gt;
So chillin' in the front seat (In the front seat) &lt;br /&gt;
In the back seat (In the back seat) &lt;br /&gt;
I'm drivin', cruisin' (Yeah, yeah) &lt;br /&gt;
Fast lanes, switchin' lanes &lt;br /&gt;
Wit' a car up on my side (Woo!) &lt;br /&gt;
(C'mon) Passin' by is a school bus in front of me &lt;br /&gt;
Makes tick tock, tick tock, wanna scream &lt;br /&gt;
Check my time, it's Friday, it's a weekend &lt;br /&gt;
We gonna have fun, c'mon, c'mon, y'all &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's Friday, Friday &lt;br /&gt;
Gotta get down on Friday &lt;br /&gt;
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend &lt;br /&gt;
Friday, Friday &lt;br /&gt;
Gettin' down on Friday &lt;br /&gt;
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah) &lt;br /&gt;
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah) &lt;br /&gt;
Fun, fun, fun, fun &lt;br /&gt;
Lookin' forward to the weekend &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's Friday, Friday &lt;br /&gt;
Gotta get down on Friday &lt;br /&gt;
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend &lt;br /&gt;
Friday, Friday &lt;br /&gt;
Gettin' down on Friday &lt;br /&gt;
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah) &lt;br /&gt;
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah) &lt;br /&gt;
Fun, fun, fun, fun &lt;br /&gt;
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I have seen peace. I have seen pain,&lt;br /&gt;
Resting on the shoulders of your name.&lt;br /&gt;
Do you see the truth through all their lies?&lt;br /&gt;
Do you see the world through troubled eyes?&lt;br /&gt;
And if you want to talk about it anymore,&lt;br /&gt;
Lie here on the floor and cry on my shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;
I'm a friend.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have seen birth. I have seen death.&lt;br /&gt;
Lived to see a lover's final breath.&lt;br /&gt;
Do you see my guilt? Should I feel fright?&lt;br /&gt;
Is the fire of hesitation burning bright?&lt;br /&gt;
And if you want to talk about it once again,&lt;br /&gt;
On you I depend. I'll cry on your shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;
You're a friend.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You and I have lived through many things.&lt;br /&gt;
I'll hold on to your heart.&lt;br /&gt;
I wouldn't cry for anything,&lt;br /&gt;
But don't go tearing your life apart.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have seen fear. I have seen faith.&lt;br /&gt;
Seen the look of anger on your face.&lt;br /&gt;
And if you want to talk about what will be,&lt;br /&gt;
Come and sit with me, and cry on my shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;
I'm a friend.&lt;br /&gt;
And if you want to talk about it anymore,&lt;br /&gt;
Lie here on the floor and cry on my shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;
I'm a friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7737249332351662798-1204771819133599131?l=beemoeziek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/feeds/1204771819133599131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/06/cry-james-blunt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/1204771819133599131?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7737249332351662798/posts/default/1204771819133599131?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beemoeziek.blogspot.com/2011/06/cry-james-blunt.html' title='Cry - james blunt'/><author><name>recky djayoesman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271252708717452258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04193304281675435388'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/sX_xz5RYkXo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>