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I love this song, and Valley Girl is an awesome film
Well, it's Saturday night and I'm still free
And I ain't never gonna be
Eaten by the monster of love
It's hard to fight it off much more
I hear it drooling by the door
Eaten by the monster of love
It ain't a pretty sight to see the way it leaves 'em
It chews them up and spits out creatures with those
Goo-gooy-ey eyes
Sick sickly smiles
It just isn't right
And my father said "don't worry, son"
But look at him, he should have run
Eaten by the monster of love
Well, it's worse than war, it's worse than death
There ain't too many left who ain't been
Eaten by the monster of love
Buy a dog and that might help
Sometimes, though, a dog gets grabbed and
Eaten by the monster of love
Eaten by the monster of love
Let it huff, let it puff
Eaten by the monster of love
I hate to gripe, but I just ain't the type
(Don't let it get me, don't let it get me)
I know some really good, good people
Overcome, and piece by piece they were
Eaten by the monster of love
Sometimes it takes a nip at me
But I'm too quick to ever be
Eaten by the monster of love
And I ain't never gonna be
Eaten by the monster of love
It's hard to fight it off much more
I hear it drooling by the door
Eaten by the monster of love
It ain't a pretty sight to see the way it leaves 'em
It chews them up and spits out creatures with those
Goo-gooy-ey eyes
Sick sickly smiles
It just isn't right
And my father said "don't worry, son"
But look at him, he should have run
Eaten by the monster of love
Well, it's worse than war, it's worse than death
There ain't too many left who ain't been
Eaten by the monster of love
Buy a dog and that might help
Sometimes, though, a dog gets grabbed and
Eaten by the monster of love
Eaten by the monster of love
Let it huff, let it puff
Eaten by the monster of love
I hate to gripe, but I just ain't the type
(Don't let it get me, don't let it get me)
I know some really good, good people
Overcome, and piece by piece they were
Eaten by the monster of love
Sometimes it takes a nip at me
But I'm too quick to ever be
Eaten by the monster of love
blargh
Fuck your Internet Celebrity Twitter and Facebook bullshit, feeling you're a part of something, centre of some special network. Friends with some other nobody who's also famous. Still in touch with people you can't be bothered to speak to for a few minutes over the phone, or to give a few hours to in real life one weekend. Artificial, computerised ego feed. I'm really not missing anything and I certainly don't miss you. I have enough real life friends without make believe e-fame friends. And who gets their hand on all the information you put on those social networking sites? And nobody has anything good to say on those places, just junk about whatever junk was on TV or some stupid inside jokes or anecdotes about nights out. Nobody can do anything without informing everybody anymore. Everybody's approval and acknowledgement is so important.
From here onwards, the only thing I trust or support is sentimentalcorp.org
From here onwards, the only thing I trust or support is sentimentalcorp.org
Monday 1 August 2011
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