<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846720022823877330</id><updated>2011-08-14T12:50:14.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>turning tables</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846720022823877330/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fgTqzhhJqRo/S9XsSybKgQI/AAAAAAAAACs/f7KqQ4U9Sgc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846720022823877330.post-5538119794573303355</id><published>2011-08-14T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T12:50:14.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;BREAKING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;the habit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846720022823877330-5538119794573303355?l=iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/5538119794573303355/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com/2011/08/breaking-habit.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846720022823877330/posts/default/5538119794573303355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846720022823877330/posts/default/5538119794573303355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com/2011/08/breaking-habit.html' title=''/><author><name>Sol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fgTqzhhJqRo/S9XsSybKgQI/AAAAAAAAACs/f7KqQ4U9Sgc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846720022823877330.post-6244066332446943033</id><published>2011-07-28T17:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T17:06:51.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAKE UP CALL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846720022823877330-6244066332446943033?l=iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/6244066332446943033/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com/2011/07/wake-up-call.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846720022823877330/posts/default/6244066332446943033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846720022823877330/posts/default/6244066332446943033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com/2011/07/wake-up-call.html' title=''/><author><name>Sol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fgTqzhhJqRo/S9XsSybKgQI/AAAAAAAAACs/f7KqQ4U9Sgc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846720022823877330.post-3927169536964188851</id><published>2011-07-27T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T18:46:09.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846720022823877330-3927169536964188851?l=iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/3927169536964188851/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com/2011/07/sometimes-im-terrified-of-my-heart-of.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846720022823877330/posts/default/3927169536964188851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846720022823877330/posts/default/3927169536964188851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com/2011/07/sometimes-im-terrified-of-my-heart-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Sol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fgTqzhhJqRo/S9XsSybKgQI/AAAAAAAAACs/f7KqQ4U9Sgc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846720022823877330.post-2366962247095062620</id><published>2011-06-26T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T19:58:50.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;rolling in the &lt;strong&gt;deep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846720022823877330-2366962247095062620?l=iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/2366962247095062620/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com/2011/06/rolling-in-deep.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846720022823877330/posts/default/2366962247095062620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846720022823877330/posts/default/2366962247095062620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com/2011/06/rolling-in-deep.html' title=''/><author><name>Sol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fgTqzhhJqRo/S9XsSybKgQI/AAAAAAAAACs/f7KqQ4U9Sgc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846720022823877330.post-3709202563521541028</id><published>2010-01-01T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T19:04:41.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Meet me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Equinox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Meet me half way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;When the&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sun is perched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at it's highest peek&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; In &lt;em&gt;the middle of the day&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let me give my&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to you &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let me take your &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;As we walk in the dimming light&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Or darling understand&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;That everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;everything ends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Meet me on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;your best behavior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Meet me &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at your worst&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; For there will be &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;no stone unturned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Or&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;bubble left to burs&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Le&lt;em&gt;t me lay beside you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Darling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let me be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And let our bodies intertwine &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But always understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;That everything, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everything ends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846720022823877330-3709202563521541028?l=iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/3709202563521541028/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com/2010/01/meet-me-on-equinox-meet-me-half-way.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846720022823877330/posts/default/3709202563521541028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846720022823877330/posts/default/3709202563521541028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com/2010/01/meet-me-on-equinox-meet-me-half-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Sol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fgTqzhhJqRo/S9XsSybKgQI/AAAAAAAAACs/f7KqQ4U9Sgc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846720022823877330.post-9059761402393981022</id><published>2009-11-19T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T13:22:40.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;is is a story about a girl named &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Lucky&lt;/span&gt;… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Early morning, she &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;wakes&lt;/span&gt; up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Knock, knock, knock on the door&lt;/span&gt; It's time for &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;makeup&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; perfect smile&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; It's you they're all waiting for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; They go… &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Isn't she lovely, this Hollywood girl?&lt;/span&gt;" And they say… &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;She's so &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she's a star&lt;/span&gt; But she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cry, cry, cries&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;her&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; lonely heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, thinking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;If there's nothing missing in my life&lt;/span&gt; Then why do&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; these tears come at night&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost in an image, in a dream&lt;/span&gt; But there's no one there to wake her up And the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;world is spinning&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she keeps on winning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But tell me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what happens when it &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;stops&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846720022823877330-9059761402393981022?l=iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/9059761402393981022/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com/2009/11/th-is-is-story-about-girl-named-lucky.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846720022823877330/posts/default/9059761402393981022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846720022823877330/posts/default/9059761402393981022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com/2009/11/th-is-is-story-about-girl-named-lucky.html' title=''/><author><name>Sol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fgTqzhhJqRo/S9XsSybKgQI/AAAAAAAAACs/f7KqQ4U9Sgc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846720022823877330.post-2182616525500720106</id><published>2009-11-16T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T09:38:37.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Confidence&lt;/span&gt; is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Cockiness&lt;/em&gt; is a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;plus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Edginess&lt;/span&gt; is a&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;rush&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Edges I like 'em rough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; A &lt;strong&gt;man&lt;/strong&gt; with a&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Midas touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Intoxicate me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;I'm a lush&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stop&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;you're making me blush&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People are looking at&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846720022823877330-2182616525500720106?l=iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/2182616525500720106/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com/2009/11/confidence-is-must-cockiness-is-plus.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846720022823877330/posts/default/2182616525500720106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846720022823877330/posts/default/2182616525500720106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com/2009/11/confidence-is-must-cockiness-is-plus.html' title=''/><author><name>Sol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fgTqzhhJqRo/S9XsSybKgQI/AAAAAAAAACs/f7KqQ4U9Sgc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846720022823877330.post-3013785307711250592</id><published>2009-11-16T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T07:11:19.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TIPICO:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tipico&lt;/strong&gt; que cuando me despiertan: me duermo otra vez xd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tipico&lt;/strong&gt; que cuando desayuno: estoy dormida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tipico&lt;/strong&gt; que cuando llego al colegio: Saludo, busco mesa, xd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tipico&lt;/strong&gt; que en clases: no hacemos nada xd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tipico&lt;/strong&gt; que despues del almuerzo: pc! (Facebook, Twitter, Fotolog, lo que venga) y Photoshop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tipica&lt;/strong&gt; palabra: blda xd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tipica&lt;/strong&gt; queja: por todo : JAJAJJ no encuentro una foto, me quejo, no encuentro una fuente/action/lo que sea, me quejo. Me sale mal una foto, me RE quejo u.u XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tipico&lt;/strong&gt; nick de msn: Lo cambio siempre x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tipico&lt;/strong&gt; saludo en msn: Holis, Hola, Buenas, xd depende de la persona xd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tipico&lt;/strong&gt; subncik de msn: /letsrockvh @thatdamnkiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tipico&lt;/strong&gt; atuendo: jean y remera con Converse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tipico&lt;/strong&gt; peinado: suelto con el flequillo, si se puede decir que lo que tengo es un flequillo xd, para atrás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tipico&lt;/strong&gt; en tus manos: mi anillo negro xd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tipica&lt;/strong&gt; comida: queso xd, naa, fideos, sandwich, bifes xd,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OTROS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Si no te contestan por msn, le seguis hablando hasta que contesta?: eem, dejo pasar un tiempo y le pregunto si está enojado conmigo :&lt;br /&gt;- Es verdad que cuando pones la cabeza en la almohada pensas e imaginas cosas?: AJAJJAJA maaaaaaaaal de todo :&lt;br /&gt;- Pensas en el "que hubiera sido si....": obviamente&lt;br /&gt;- Te gusta que te manden mensajes: sii, me siento re sociable xd (??&lt;br /&gt;- Se te hace difícil confiar en alguien?: si, si no son amigos, si y mucho&lt;br /&gt;- Le decís a la gente que estás bien cuando en verdad no es así?: no xd&lt;br /&gt;- Alguna vez usaste ropa del sexo opuesto: No&lt;br /&gt;- Sos de hablar mucho: demasiado u.u&lt;br /&gt;- Qué vas a hacer esta noche?: Dormir, y mirar tele xd&lt;br /&gt;- Alguna vez te gustó alguien más grande que vos?:ajajaaj sii xd&lt;br /&gt;- Pensas que vas a estar con alguien en el proximo mes: no creo xd&lt;br /&gt;- Podrías salir a la calle como estás vestido(a) ahora?: ajam, recién vengo de Guille xd donde, como siempre, compré queso xd&lt;br /&gt;- Preferis a alguien callado o que hable mucho: miti miti XD&lt;br /&gt;- Ignorás a las personas cuando estás de mal humor/enojado?: a veces si u.u&lt;br /&gt;- Cuando dormís, celular prendido o apagado?: depende, si tiene poca bateria apagado xdd, sino prendido&lt;br /&gt;-Te gustan los perfumes del sexo opuesto?: algunos xd&lt;br /&gt;- Histérica/o?: si&lt;br /&gt;- Rencorosa/o?: no se :s&lt;br /&gt;- Alguna vez has estado lejos de tu casa por mas de 1 mes: noo ni ahi :&lt;br /&gt;- Playa o montaña?: montaña&lt;br /&gt;- Crees en la amistad entre el hombre y la mujer?:sii&lt;br /&gt;-Alguna vez te mancharon con bebida tu ropa?: si&lt;br /&gt;-Te gusta dormir cuando llueve?: NO :&lt;br /&gt;-En donde estabas ayer a las 8?: eem, computadora xd&lt;br /&gt;-Sillón o cama?: cama&lt;br /&gt;-Te gusta dormir destapado?: No :s&lt;br /&gt;-Te arrepentís de algo?: si&lt;br /&gt;-Nombre de película que queres volver a ver: El Pianista xd,&lt;br /&gt;-Envidioso?: no&lt;br /&gt;-Te gusta sacar fotos?: Depende, xd&lt;br /&gt;-Te casaste alguna vez?: noo xd&lt;br /&gt;-Te gustaría recibir un mensaje ahora?: por qué no xd&lt;br /&gt;-Te sentís bien?: sssep&lt;br /&gt;-Que escuchas en este momento?: We Are Golden - Mika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SIN MENTIR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sin mentir, como te sentis: bien, me pica la nariz XD&lt;br /&gt;Sin mentir, extrañas a alguien: no :/&lt;br /&gt;Sin mentir, hoy fue un dia: cool xddd&lt;br /&gt;Sin mentir, alguien te saca de quisio: si, mi mamá cuando me dice que mi cuarto no tiene arreglo&lt;br /&gt;Sin mentir, te reiste de alguien: si&lt;br /&gt;Sin mentir, se rieron de vos: sssi :s&lt;br /&gt;Sin mentir, que tenes enfrente tuyo: la pc, el teclado, el cpu, el mouse&lt;br /&gt;Sin mentir, que tenes del lado izquierdo: la paaaared xd&lt;br /&gt;Sin mentir, que estabas haciendo hace 10 segundos: editando una foto que me está quedando para el traste :)&lt;br /&gt;Sin mentir, que tenes del lado derecho: la biblioteca&lt;br /&gt;Sin mentir, se enojaron con vos: no creo xd&lt;br /&gt;Sin mentir, le dijiste puta a a alguien: ajajajjaa a Lud hoy xd&lt;br /&gt;Sin mentir, quien te habla por msn ahora: nadie :A&lt;br /&gt;Sin mentir, de quien es el ultimo sms en tu cel:de mi papá&lt;br /&gt;Sin mentir, que pensaste antes de dormir: qe tenia que arreglar la mochila xd&lt;br /&gt;Sin mentir, hay dos chicos(as) en tu vida: no xd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/2hn6knb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846720022823877330-3013785307711250592?l=iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/3013785307711250592/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com/2009/11/tipico-tipico-que-cuando-me-despiertan.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846720022823877330/posts/default/3013785307711250592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846720022823877330/posts/default/3013785307711250592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com/2009/11/tipico-tipico-que-cuando-me-despiertan.html' title=''/><author><name>Sol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fgTqzhhJqRo/S9XsSybKgQI/AAAAAAAAACs/f7KqQ4U9Sgc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i33.tinypic.com/2hn6knb_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846720022823877330.post-3023305075678693657</id><published>2009-11-10T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T17:10:02.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/2ajneds.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Who you are is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;falling over me&lt;/span&gt; Who you are is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;everything I need&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;I`m hoping I`m waiting I´m praying&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you are the one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846720022823877330-3023305075678693657?l=iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/3023305075678693657/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-you-are-is-falling-over-me-who-you.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846720022823877330/posts/default/3023305075678693657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846720022823877330/posts/default/3023305075678693657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-you-are-is-falling-over-me-who-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Sol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fgTqzhhJqRo/S9XsSybKgQI/AAAAAAAAACs/f7KqQ4U9Sgc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i33.tinypic.com/2ajneds_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846720022823877330.post-2742819232975265252</id><published>2009-11-10T13:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:08:06.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/21bnmvp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There was a time when&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was so broken hearted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love wasn't much of a friend of mine&lt;/strong&gt; the tables have turned, yeah 'cause me and them ways have parted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that kind of love was the &lt;strong&gt;killin' kind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; l&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;isten, all I want is&lt;strong&gt; someone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't resist&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know all I need to know by the way that I got kissed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cryin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;when I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;met you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; now &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm tryin' to forget you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;love it sweet misery&lt;/strong&gt; I &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;was cryin' just to get you&lt;/span&gt; now &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'm dyin' 'cause I let you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do what you do down on me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846720022823877330-2742819232975265252?l=iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/2742819232975265252/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com/2009/11/there-was-time-when-i-was-so-broken.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846720022823877330/posts/default/2742819232975265252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://i38.tinypic.com/s6205u.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even when &lt;em&gt;I'm not giving enough&lt;/em&gt; And &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm taking &lt;strong&gt;too much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;You're still there for me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Even when I got nothing at all&lt;/strong&gt; And&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I'm ready to fall&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;You're still there for me&lt;/span&gt; Even when &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can't be there for you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;You're always there &lt;strong&gt;for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846720022823877330-1482863179245952316?l=iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/1482863179245952316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com/2009/11/even-when-im-not-giving-enough-and-im.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846720022823877330/posts/default/1482863179245952316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846720022823877330/posts/default/1482863179245952316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com/2009/11/even-when-im-not-giving-enough-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Sol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fgTqzhhJqRo/S9XsSybKgQI/AAAAAAAAACs/f7KqQ4U9Sgc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/s6205u_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846720022823877330.post-8016366630672131485</id><published>2009-11-10T13:06:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:06:58.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I remember the day &lt;em&gt;I first met you&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;You really caught my attention&lt;/span&gt; Didn't know &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I was looking for a rescue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I wasn't thinking that hard&lt;/strong&gt; Now and then I was there in the moment &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was ready for nothing&lt;/span&gt; Doesn't mean that &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I really didn't love you&lt;/span&gt; While &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm breaking your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Don't ask why&lt;/span&gt; Before we get too close Just let me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It's easier &lt;em&gt;this way&lt;/em&gt; Don't ask why Before you ask the question And&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I die inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just let me walk away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I feel bad that &lt;em&gt;I let my past hurt you&lt;/em&gt; 'Cause I really &lt;strong&gt;didn't mean to&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;I was lost&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;I was lucky you found me But it only got worse&lt;/em&gt; Right now while &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you're looking right at me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;The emotion still scares me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Doesn't mean&lt;/em&gt; that &lt;em&gt;I really don't love you&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;When I'm making you hurt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846720022823877330-8016366630672131485?l=iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/8016366630672131485/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-remember-day-i-first-met-you-you.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846720022823877330/posts/default/8016366630672131485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846720022823877330/posts/default/8016366630672131485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-remember-day-i-first-met-you-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Sol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fgTqzhhJqRo/S9XsSybKgQI/AAAAAAAAACs/f7KqQ4U9Sgc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846720022823877330.post-2456740878511255010</id><published>2009-11-10T13:06:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:06:41.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;How about a round of applause, a standing ovation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You look &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; right now, standing outside my house, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;trying to apologize&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ou’re so ugly when you cry please, just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;cut it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don’t tell&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you’re sorry&lt;/span&gt; cuz &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you’re not&lt;/span&gt; Baby when I know you’re only sorry you got caught But you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;put on quite a show&lt;/span&gt; You really&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;had me going&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But now &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it’s time to go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Curtain’s finally closing&lt;/span&gt; That &lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt; quite a show&lt;em&gt; Very entertaining&lt;/em&gt; But&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;it’s over now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go on and take a bow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grab your clothes and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;get gone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;You better hurry up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; before the sprinklers come on &lt;em&gt;Talkin’ about&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you’re the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This just looks like the re-run &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please, what else is on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846720022823877330-2456740878511255010?l=iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com/feeds/2456740878511255010/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-about-round-of-applause-standing.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846720022823877330/posts/default/2456740878511255010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846720022823877330/posts/default/2456740878511255010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintgotthetime.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-about-round-of-applause-standing.html' title=''/><author><name>Sol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fgTqzhhJqRo/S9XsSybKgQI/AAAAAAAAACs/f7KqQ4U9Sgc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846720022823877330.post-7463157702947846640</id><published>2009-11-10T13:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:06:19.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She is so &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;innocent&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;When she speaks &lt;em&gt;I listen&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;She is my angel&lt;/span&gt; Sent from up above, She is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My only one desire&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She’s in the front row Well, she comes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to every show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want you know…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;SHOUT SHOUT SHOUT IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; From the roof top let it out &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;SHOUT SHOUT SHOUT IT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Till the world can hear it now&lt;/span&gt; I don’t know what &lt;strong&gt;to say or do&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s so hard to scream it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She punches me&lt;/span&gt; Her eyes are &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Take my hand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Follow my lead&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I know just What you’ll need&lt;/span&gt; Row sixteen, section three &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;She’s cool, she’s hot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;She’s all &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I need&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rules are lot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The thing with me&lt;/strong&gt; When she walks &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I’m begging please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hold my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so they can see That &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she’s with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span 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