Originally posted by Röland
They call you bad company because you are BAD company.
bad company til the day i die..caw00t
oh and screw you, Rölli Pölli! but hey...it's a saturday night..shouldn't you be dimming the lights and popping a Bary Manilow Best Of into your CD system to get ya ready for an encounter with April's Victoria's Secrets??
When I'm a walking, I strut my stuff, then I'm so strung out
I'm high as a kite, I just might, stop to check you out
Let me go on, like a blister in the sun
Let me go on, big hands I know you're the one
Body and beats, I stain my sheets, I don't even know why
My girl friend, she's at the end, she is starting to cry
Let me go on, like a blister in the sun