LOL…Confession is good for the soul, no!?
My most recent Itunes purchase…I can’t get these songs out of my head…
I may be a rock girl…but I will go super sugary sweet pop on occasion……..
Starting strong…
The Pretender – Foo Fighters <---must see live
Slightly more catchy kitch…
Paralyzer – Finger Eleven <---majorly addicted to this song
Ok, now hold onto your trenchcoats… I know the Platinumback(ha ha) is the fave snark of some…but I adore the song …
Rockstar – Nickleback <--- da lyrics are tres true!!! lmao...it kills me...
Now for the MAJOR kitchy catch poppy gooey mess…
Um-br-ella-ella-ella – Rihanna <---hey, I live in Seattle...and I don't wear parkas!
Glamorous – Fergie <---spell it girl...I'm flying first class...mmm hmm, I wish...
And to reign(ha ha) it all back into semi respectability…
Anyone Else But You – The Moldy Peaches <---thank you preggers teenagers...lol Sigh...
And to wrap it all up…of the aforementioned…I adore the saccharine sweet some may say cliche lyrics of Rockstar…and you know…I am all about those dirty boys;)
“Rockstar”
I’m through with standing in line
to clubs we’ll never get in
It’s like the bottom of the ninth
and I’m never gonna win
This life hasn’t turned out
quite the way I want it to be
I want a brand new house
on an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub big enough
for ten plus me
I’ll need a credit card that’s got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club
At thirty-seven thousand feet
I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
My own star on Hollywood Boulevard
Somewhere between Cher and
James Dean is fine for me
I’m gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I’d even cut my hair and change my name
[CHORUS]
‘Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We’ll all stay skinny ’cause we just won’t eat
And we’ll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger’s
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels
Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes
Sign a couple autographs
So I can eat my meals for free
I think I’m gonna dress my ass
with the latest fashion
Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion
Gonna date a centerfold that loves to
blow my money for me
I’m gonna trade this life
For fortune and fame
I’d even cut my hair
And change my name
‘Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We’ll all stay skinny ’cause we just won’t eat
And we’ll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger’s
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair
And we’ll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and
today’s who’s who
They’ll get you anything
with that evil smile
Everybody’s got a
drug dealer on speed dial
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
I’m gonna sing those songs
that offend the censors
Gonna pop my pills
from a pez dispenser
When they ask why I drink all day
I’ll say because I can
I’ll get washed-up singers writing all my songs
Lip sync em every night so I don’t get ’em wrong
Then listen to the fans tell me how damn good I am
I’m gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I’d even cut my hair and change my name”
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