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Riot!

nobody@vox.com(Sooz) — Sun, 02 Sep 2007 16:50:10 -0500

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01 Leave the Pieces

nobody@vox.com(Sooz) — Sun, 15 Jul 2007 09:43:11 -0500

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It Won't Be Soon Before Long

nobody@vox.com(Sooz) — Sun, 27 May 2007 13:33:29 -0500

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Let It Go

nobody@vox.com(Sooz) — Tue, 08 May 2007 20:40:49 -0500

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The Sweet Escape

nobody@vox.com(Sooz) — Tue, 08 May 2007 20:40:29 -0500

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Stupid Girls

nobody@vox.com(Sooz) — Thu, 05 Apr 2007 18:34:20 -0500

Aha, aha Stupid girl, stupid girls, stupid girls Maybe if I act like that, that guy will call me back Porno Paparazzi girl, I don't wanna be a stupid girl Go to Fred Segal, you'll find them there Laughing loud so all the little people stare Looking for a daddy to pay for the champagne (Drop a name) What happened to the dreams of a girl president She's dancing in the video next to 50 Cent They travel in packs of two or three With their itsy bitsy doggies and their teeny-weeny tees Where, oh where, have the smart people gone? Oh where, oh where could they be? Maybe if I act like that, that guy will call me back Porno Paparazzi girl, I don't wanna be a stupid girl Baby if I act like that, flipping my blond hair back Push up my bra like that, I don't wanna be a stupid girl (Break it down now) Disease's growing, it's epidemic I'm scared that there ain't a cure The world believes it and I'm going crazy I cannot take any more I'm so glad that I'll never fit in That will never be me Outcasts and girls with ambition That's what I wanna see (Come on) Disasters all around World despaired Your only concern Will it fuck up my hair Maybe if I act like that (do like this), that guy will call me back Porno Paparazzi girl, I don't wanna be a stupid girl Baby if I act like that (Oh, Oh-Oh, Do you think?), flipping my blond hair back (Do you think?) Push up my bra like that, I don't wanna be a stupid girl (Yeah, yeah) (Do ya think? Do ya think? Do ya think?) (I like this, like this, like this) Pretty will you fuck me girl, silly I'm so lucky girl Pull my head and suck it girl, stupid girl! Pretty would you fuck me girl, silly I'm so lucky girl Pull my head and suck it girl, stupid girl! (Baby) Baby if I act like that, flipping my blond hair back (Baby if I) Push up my bra like that, stupid girl! Maybe if I act like that (maybe if I act like that), that guy will call me back (that guy will call me back) Porno Paparazzi girl (Porno Paparazzi girl), I don't wanna be a stupid girl (stupid girl) Baby if I act like that (maybe if I act like that), flipping my blond hair back (flipping my blond hair back) Push up my bra like that (push up my bra like that), I don't wanna be a stupid girl (stupid girl) ["stupid girl" throughout:] Baby if I act like that, flipping my blond hair back Push up my bra like that, Stupid girl Stupid girl Stupid girl

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The One That Got Away

nobody@vox.com(Sooz) — Thu, 05 Apr 2007 18:32:11 -0500

Mmmm mm yeah Oh oh I stood by the exit door of the hotel café He was playing with his band I've always been a sucker had a weakness for a boy with a guitar and a drink in his hand His words were like heaven in my hurricane My knees buckled under I thought everyone was watching me Watching you save my life with the song You were mine In the back of my mind Oh just for one night Just for a while There's always one that gets away The one that sneaks up on you that slips away Two weeks later I was sitting in his apartment He was making cappuccino I said what kind of man makes cappuccino We laughed We laughed We laughed We laughed 'til tears ran down my face Oh but my man you're someone else's man And that ain't the man that I want But you keep drawing me in with those big brown lying eyes You'll always be mine In the back of my mind Oh we had a night Just a little while There's always one that gets away The one that sneaks up on you that slips away In a closed off corner of my heart yes I'll always see your face The one that got away One that got away The one that got away The one that got away Oh the one that got away The one that got away Oh the one that got away The one that got away Oh the one that got away Yeah yeah Oh oh oh oh Yeah yeah Oh I'm not a victim of clichés I don't believe in soul mates Happy endings only one Oh and I met you and all that changed I had a taste and you're still sitting on the tip of my tongue You were mine Somewhere in time I'll look for you first In my next life There's always one that gets away The one that sneaks up on you that slips away Slips away In a closed off corner of my heart yeah yeah yeah yeah I I'll always see your face The one that got away

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Dear Mr. President

nobody@vox.com(Sooz) — Thu, 05 Apr 2007 18:30:37 -0500

Dear Mr. President, Come take a walk with me. Let's pretend we're just two people and You're not better than me. I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly. What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street? Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep? What do you feel when you look in the mirror? Are you proud? How do you sleep while the rest of us cry? How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye? How do you walk with your head held high? Can you even look me in the eye And tell me why? Dear Mr. President, Were you a lonely boy? Are you a lonely boy? Are you a lonely boy? How can you say No child is left behind? We're not dumb and we're not blind. They're all sitting in your cells While you pave the road to hell. What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away? And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay? I can only imagine what the first lady has to say You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine. How do you sleep while the rest of us cry? How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye? How do you walk with your head held high? Can you even look me in the eye? Let me tell you 'bout hard work Minimum wage with a baby on the way Let me tell you 'bout hard work Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away Let me tell you 'bout hard work Building a bed out of a cardboard box Let me tell you 'bout hard work Hard work Hard work You don't know nothing 'bout hard work Hard work Hard work Oh How do you sleep at night? How do you walk with your head held high? Dear Mr. President, You'd never take a walk with me. Would you?

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