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sherryfah. (sha. shar. shai. nana.)
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Friday, June 19, 2009
"toy soldiers "




toy soldiers

i'm out the door, it's automatic, simple babe
(you know you wanna give it to me)
i'm like a fire, bottle bustin', in your face
(i know you wanna give to me)
so tired of ya being up in my space
(watcha gonna do with it)
how much more could i take
i'm tired of privates driving
need a general that ain't weak

when i shut the door leaving with my bag
hit the scene in my new wagon
bet he gon' wish he knew
the type of fun i'm gettin into
peek a boo, he good
doin' things you wish you could
he's not talkin', he's just walkin'
like them city boys from new york

this time i need a soldier 
a really bad ass soldier
that know how to take, take care of me
i'm so damn glad that's over
this time i need a soldier
i'm sick of toy soldiers
a boy that knows how to take care of me
won't be just coming over

i don't want no more
toy soldiers (break me off)
i'm simply sick and tired of those
toy soldiers (break me off)

i don't want no more
toy soldiers (break me off)
i'm simply sick and tired of those
toy soldiers (break me off)

i want it more than ever now
i realize that they ain't listenin'
like a princess supposed to get it
that's why i'm dusting off my fitted
coming back looking delicious
yes i know they wanna kiss me
now i hold them at attention
'cause new britney's on a mission

when i shut the door leaving with my bag
hit the scene in my new wagon
bet he gon' wish he knew
the type of fun i'm gettin' into
peek a boo, he good
doin' things you wish you could
he's not talkin', he's just walkin'
like them city boys from new york

this time i need a soldier
a really bad ass soldier
that know how to take, take care of me
i'm so damn glad that's over
this time i need a soldier
i'm sick of toy soldiers
a boy that knows how to take care of me
won't be just coming over

this time i need a soldier 
a really bad ass soldier 
that know how to take, take care of me 
i'm so damn glad that's over 
this time i need a soldier 
i'm sick of toy soldiers 
a boy that knows how to take care of me 
won't be just coming over 

i need
i'm so sick of toy soldiers
a boy that knows how to take care of me
won't be just coming over
coming over
coming over
i need
i'm so sick of toy soldiers
a boy that knows how to take care of me
won't be just coming over

- britney spears



i wonder if it's possible to make a ballad out of this song. hmm...


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sharifah raihanah, you shall get off the internet. close all safari browsers, sign out of msn and switch off your cellphone. it's the last free day you have, and you so desperately WANT to enjoy the whole of next week. so you should stop being a bitch. call kenny at 3pm, then go about doing your things. your schooooool things.

don't forget to charge your ipod.
because you're going for a run at 8pm.

you will come back by 9.30pm, and start polishing your nails bright pink, just because you feel like it. maybe watch some tv, (only because it's homework too! -winks-) and eat ONE granola bar. and go to freaking sleep. you have work tomorrow. sigh.


what happened to all the fun in my life?

p/s: i feel so betrayed by you. really betrayed.


i thought and wondered at 1:41 PM