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colegiala! colegiala! mi linda colegiala!

no seas tan coqueta,colegiala ya dime que si!!
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yeah!! CBTIS 95 ahi te vamos!!!!!.
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este prox mayo y junio ya comiensan las visitas de toda la vida y como cada año,ya que un gordo desinflafo calvin del dfhc no quiere venir a verme que porque en gdl lo tratan mejor,esta ves el dia 28 de mayo llegara a visitarnos exclusoivanete y pa conocer a la sobrinita CAMILA y la fam hehe un gran amigo que ya he puesto en el flog fotos anteriores mi amigaso el TUBI de el paso TEXAS/cd JUAREZ,amigaso de mis mejore amigos desde que era mas chavo,y en junio a mediados desde BOSTON el joe,el toca en una banda llamada..http://www.myspace.com/draizeband (a esos d beateros y crustpunks atentos) ASI QUE CHICAS,APUNTENSE Y ESCOJAN SU GALAN un favor me harian eeee!!.
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bueno en otras cosas..
todo ha estado tranquilo,el proceso de bajar de peso va bien,digo leve pero ay le vamos..mucha linaza bueno ayer la interrumpi cene pizza y la desayune iwal,se me olvido todo.
digo la pizza es de lo mejor del mundo y una de las pocas cosas que encuentro maravilloso en esta tierra ..si no preguntenle a estos....

BOUNCING SOULS.-THE PIZZA SONG.(video)
http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=WtS33dTMF04
LETRA:

On a dark street, on a cold night
Pizza's cooking in a storefront oven
On the corner a boy is waiting
The moonlight feels cold and desperate

Some hidden sadness has bound down
Attention lives all over town
Ready to burst open into driving, burning exploding sound

If these walls could sing, they'd sing us a hundred songs
And if these walls could talk, they'd say they'd seen it coming all along, all along

Tony's making slice pies for the lunch rush
Stirring the sauce pounding out the dough
His brother left town with his girl
She ain't his girl no more

And some days they seem to never end
So mundane in this old town
Ready to burst open into driving, burning exploding sound.

If these walls could sing, they'd sing us a hundred songs
And if these walls could talk, they'd say they'd seen it coming all along, all along

May all these walls we've made in our wasted years and days
Not stand in our way that we may feel the winds of change, change

If these walls could sing, they'd sing us a hundred songs
And if these walls could talk, they'd say they'd seen it coming all along, all along
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w.