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Suppose Id best sing my only other song then lol!!!! Davex TAKE GOOD CARE OF MY BABY My tears are fallin cause youve taken her away And though it really hurts me so Theres something that Ive gotta say Take good care of my ba-a-a-by Please dont ever make her blu-u-u-ue Just tell her that you love her Make sure youre thinking of her In everything you say and do-o-o-o Aww, take good care of my ba-a-a-by Now dont you ever make her cry-y-y-y Just let your love surround her Paint a rainbow all around her Dont let her see a cloudy sky Once upon a time that little girl was mine If Id been true, I know shed never be with you So, take good care of my ba-a-a-by Be just as kind as you can be-e-e-e And if you should discover That you dont really love her Just send my baby back home to me very brief instrumental break Well, take good care of my ba-a-a-by Be just as kind as you can be-e-e-e And if you should discover That you dont really love her Just send my baby back home to me Aww, take good care of my ba-a-a-by Well, take good care of my ba-a-a-by FADE Just, take good care of my ba-a-a-by

I was born under a wanderin' star. I was born under a wanderin' star. Wheels are made for rollin', mules are made to pack. I've never seen a site that didn't look better lookin' back. I was born under a wanderin' star. Mud can make you prisoner and the plains can bake you dry. Snow can burn your eyes but only people make you cry. Home is made for comin' from, for dreams of goin' to. Which with any luck will never come true. I was born under a wanderin' star. I was born under a wanderin' star. Do I know where hell is, hell is in hell-o. Heaven is good-bye forever it's time for me to go. I was born under a wanderin' star, a wanderin', wanderin' star. Mud can make you prisoner and the plains can bake you dry. Snow can burn your eyes but only people make you cry. Home is made for comin' from, for dreams of goin' to. Which with any luck will never come true. I was born under a wanderin' star. I was born under a wanderin' star. When I get to heaven tie me to a tree. Or I'll begin to roam and soon you'll know where I will be. I was born under a wanderin' star. A wanderin', wanderin' star.

och Nick!!!! I knew a wee song would bring you out of hiding!!! lmao

*puts on industrial strength ear muffs and exits thread*

CB cant find the lyrics to funky moped but am downloading it especially for u !!! pmsl

Nick and dave - luvverly Thanks!! For CB: Eeeeeeeezzzzzzz a funkeee mopede eeeeeez a funkee mopede vroome vroome vroom wen hi teker me mopede outer on ze rode I'z gunza reid reid reid!! I thank you *bows*

WHEN I GET ME MOPED OUT ON THE ROAD I'M GONNA RIDE RIDERIDE......

Kaz was that in Greek ???? PMSL

Kaz you dont have to say it 3 times lol! Davexx

ooh my word what happened there then??? It must have been the cheese n onion from earlier!! Sorry peeps

*peers in* Is it safe to come in????????????????

Starry, starry night Paint your palette blue and gray Look out on a summer's day With eyes that know the darkness in my soul Shadows on the hills Sketch the trees and daffodils Catch the breeze and the winter chills In colors on the snowy linen land Now I understand what you tried to say to me How you suffered for your sanity How you tried to set them free They would not listen, they did not know how Perhaps, they'll listen now Starry, starry night Flaming flowers that brightly blaze Swirling clouds in violet haze Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue Colors changing hue Morning fields of amber grain Weathered faces lined in pain Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand Now I understand what you tried to say to me How you suffered for your sanity And how you tried to set them free They would not listen, they did not know how Perhaps, they'll listen now For they could not love you And still your love was true And when no hope was left inside on that starry, starry night You took your life as lovers often do But I could have told you, Vincent This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you Starry, starry night Portraits hung in empty hall Frameless heads on nameless walls With eyes that watch the world and can't forget Like the strangers that you've met The ragged man in ragged clothes The silver thorn of bloody rose Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow Now I think I know what you tried to say to me How you suffered for your sanity Then how you tried to set them free They would not listen, they're not listening still Perhaps, they never will...

*seems not*

Oh K Christine if you really think it would be a good idea - tipee toe frue za toooolips frooe za toolips ai goeee Sorry my italian is slipping with every mouthful of red wine ciao bella Christina Kaz ;o)

Nudge so we can sing on skype