Yourself and Gill are flying it. Fair play to ye.
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Weâll need attendances across all the hurling championship games that year to do a proper comparative report.
At least there was a bit of craic about kylie
Ta. Game recognises game. (Just not on saturdays).
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Ive never heard so much shite in my life⌠Sheâs a good pop artist with some catchy tunes but you could find scores of her equal in any of the last few decades. Her music and lyrics are nothing special. But teenagers like her so good luck to them⌠But the fawning about her by so called critics trying to make her out to the second coming of Hare Krishna is both bizarre and amusing. Just let the teenagers have their music, there will be somone along to replace her in no timeâŚas it ever was.
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Theyâd want to be taking a good hard look at themselves
âShake it offâ is the anthem of a generation.
A dacent oul tune right enough. . Itâs a pity the committee that concocted it had to shoehorn in that silly rap nonsense âŚbut the market research department probably had to have their creative input.
My ex-man brought his new girlfriend
Sheâs like âOh, my God!â but Iâm just gonna shake.
And to the fella over there with the hella good hair
Wonât you come on over, baby? We can shake, shake, shake
Poignant and thought provoking
Its no wonder adhd is on the rise
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The Ryan Adams version of Shake it off is nearly better.
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Sheâs a real wordsmith and songstress.
Sheâs like, oh my god.
Shane mcgowan wouldnât hold a candle to her
The social media age shur⌠Lave em at it.
Ah yeah, teenage girls will be caught by the marketing but men doing the tay tay is fairly creepy
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Like The Beatles eh. They never had teenage girls screaming for them.
Taylor holds a mirror up to some people, the reflection is often not to their liking.
her lyrics were much better when she was plunging her icy dagger into the hearts of her exes, especially john mayer
Iâll take your word for it
Long were the nights when my days once revolved around you
Counting my footsteps,
Praying the floor wonât fall through, again
My mother accused me of losing my mind,
But I swore I was fine, you paint me a blue sky
And go back and turn it to rain
And I lived in your chess game,
But you changed the rules every day
Wondering which version of you I might get on the phone
Tonight, well I stopped picking up, and this song is to let you know why
Dear John, I see it all now that youâre gone
Donât you think I was too young to be messed with?
The girl in the dress, cried the whole way home, I shouldâve known
Well maybe itâs me and my blind optimism to blame
Maybe itâs you and your sick need to give love then take it away
And youâll add my name to your long list of traitors who donât understand
And Iâll look back and regret how I ignored when they said ârun as fast as you canâ
Dear John, I see it all now that youâre gone
Donât you think I was too young to be messed with?
The girl in the dress, cried the whole way home
Dear John, I see it all, now it was wrong
Donât you think nineteen is too young
To be played by your dark twisted games, when I loved you so?
I shouldâve known
You are an expert at sorry,
And keeping the lines blurry
Never impressed by me acing your tests
All the girls that youâve run dry
Have tired, lifeless eyes
'Cause you burned them out
But I took your matches before fire could catch me,
So donât look now, Iâm shining like fireworks over your sad, empty town
Dear John, I see it all now that youâre gone
Donât you think I was too young to be messed with?
The girl in the dress, cried the whole way home.
I see it all now that youâre gone
Donât you think I was too young to be messed with?
The girl in the dress wrote you a song
You shouldâve known, you shouldâve known
Donât you think I was too young? You shouldâve known
Is she calling him a paedo ?