I ain't no "high-class broad"

but I know how to take down my f***ing Christmas lights, thank you.

but I know how to change a light bulb.:shrug:

:o

That is one stupid friggin' song.

want to kick my ass :P

safe for now

I was worried there for a short moment. Besides, I really am a nice person for the most part :7

Let's hear it for women who can belch and fart with the best of 'em! :yourock:

I can't tell you how much I do not like this song.

do you know how to put them up? :)


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Want to come put mine up for me, then? You'd have to buy or steal some for me first. :D

:hi: Skittles

She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She likes the theater and never comes late
She never bothers with people she'd hate
That's why the lady is a tramp
Doesn't like crap games with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls
Won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
That's why the lady is a tramp
She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke--and it's "oke"
Hates California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
She gets too hungry to wait for dinner at eight
She loves the theater but never comes late
She'd never bother with people she'd hate
That's why the lady is a tramp
She'll have no crap games with sharpies and frauds
And she won't go to Harlem in Lincolns or Fords
And she won't dish the dirt with the rest of the broads
That's why the lady is a tramp
She loves the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke--but it's "oke"
Hates California, it's so cold and so damp
That's why the lady
That's why the lady
That's why the lady is a tramp

and I'm a Crooner fan. :shrug:

I used to drive my parents nuts asking wtf he meant...