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HELLO! Ok, this page is also about music but it has lyrics of my fave songs and soon it will have pics of me dancing on dw and my mixpod. It will also have pics of celebs that I love.

SKYE SWEETNAM- MUSIC IS MY BOYFRIEND lyrics

Bang, boom the beat. My baby is the bang the boom the beat. Bang, boom the beat. My baby is the bang, boom the beat.

Bang, boom the beat. My baby is the bang the boom the beat.

My boyfreind is music. My boyfriend is music. Yeah, music is my boyfriend. He never takes the pressure off.

My boyfriend is music. My boyfriend is music. Yeah, music is my boyfriend. He never takes the pressure off. Na, na, na.

Hello. The beat says hello. He knows I’m gonna follow. My headphones are on a.

His low wind is thumpin’. Just me and him bumpin’. The walls, they are watchin’. I’m turnin’ red blushin’.

You know that. I don’t need no silly boys, I just need my boyfriend. I don’t need no silly boys, I just need my boyfriend. Don’t you know? Don’t you know that?

My boyfriend is bang, the boom the beat. He’s beatin’ down the door to get to me. Yeah, music is the shock, the shake the s***. The needle in the groove, the grind ,the grit. My boyfriend is music.

My boyfriend is music. My boyfriend is music. Yeah, music is my boyfriend. He never takes the pressure off. Get up to go shower. I’m dancin’ for hours. He knows the way I like it. He knows just how I want it.

He see’s my hip swayin’. The moment beats layin’. It’s inside my body. My boyfriend’s a hottie.

You know that? I don’t need no silly boys, I just need my boyfriend. I don’t need no silly boys, I just need my boyfriend. Don’t you know? Don’t you know that?

My boyfriend is bang, the boom, the beat. He’s breakin’ down the door to get to me. Yeah, music is the shock, the shake, the s***. The needle in the groove, the grind, the grit.

My boyfriend is music. He’s makin’ me lose it. I’ll sing along- La, la, la, la, la. My boyfriend is music. He’s makin’ me lose it. I’ll sing along- La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.

I’ll sing along. La, la, la, la, la. My boyfriend is music. He’s making me lose it. I’ll sing along- La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.

Bang, boom, the beat. He’s beatin’ down the door to get to me. You kow that he’s the shock, the shake, the s***. The needle in the groove, the grind, the grit.

My boyfriend is bang, the boom, the beat. He’s beatin’ down the door to get to me. Yeah, music is the shock, the shake, the s***. The needle in the groove, the grind, the grit.

My boyfriend is grit. My boyfriend is grit. My boyfriend is music.

THE BIRTHDAY MASSACRE- HAPPY BIRTHDAY

I think my friend said, “I hear footsteps,” I wore my black and white dress to the birthday massacre, birthday massacre, birthday massacre. I wore my black and white dress. I think my friend said, “Stick it at the back of your head.” I think my friend said, “Two of them are sisters.”

“I’m a murder tramp, birthday boy.” I think I said. “I’m gonna bash them in, bash them in.” I think he said. Then we all wished them all a happy birthday. We kissed them all goodnight. Now he chases me to my room, chases me to my room, chases me in my black and red dress.

I think my friend said, “Don’t forget the video.” I think my friend said, “Don’t forget to smile.” “You’re a murder tramp, murder tramp.” I think he said. “You’re a murder boy, birthday boy.” I think I said.