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laugardagur, ágúst 23, 2008

Loksins sextán. Rarrrrrrr

Það var einhver undarlegur pedófíla þefur yfir popptónlist í fiftís. Menn á þrítugsaldri í hljóðveri að semja og syngja um stúlkur sem eru loksins skriðnar yfir sextán og hversu HOTTNESS þær eru.

Hér er textabútur úr laginu 'Happy Birthday Sweet Sixteen'
eftir Neil Sedaka:

Tonight's the night I've waited for
Because you're not a baby anymore
You've turned into the prettiest girl I've ever seen
Happy birthday sweet sixteen

Brrrr. Það var eflaust annar tími þá. Stúlkur urðu gjafvaxta og þá gátu fullorðnir menn loksins herjað á þær.

Hér er annar textabútur, úr laginu 'Next Door to an Angel'
eftir NEIL SEDAKA??

I can't believe that this is the girl next door
That funny little face isn't funny no more
Sixteen and oh what a dream
Ain't it strange how she changed
Into such a lovely angel

Hey læsið þennan gaur inni. Þvílíkt kríp.

posted by Bobby Breidholt at 8/23/2008 11:51:00 f.h.

3 Comments:

Anonymous Nafnlaus said...

Krípí gaur, for realsies.

4:11 f.h.  
Blogger Blogg Meistarinn said...

Ég fékk nú bara smá búðing í hann við að lesa þessa færslu.

3:03 e.h.  
Anonymous Nafnlaus said...

Hér er einn perralegur. Young Girl með Gary Puckett and the Union Gap:

Young girl, get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
Better run, girl
You're much too young, girl

With all the charms of a woman
You've kept the secret of your youth
You led me to believe
You're old enough
To give me Love
And now it hurts to know the truth

Beneath your perfume and make-up
You're just a baby in disguise
And though you know
That it's wrong to be
Alone with me
That come on look is in your eyes

Lára

9:41 e.h.  

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