Your spam is like bad medicine
Bad medicine is what I need
Shake it up just like bad medicine
There ain't no doctor that can cure my disease
Bad, bad medicine
In the Still of the Night
I hear the wolf howl, honey
Sniffing around your door
In the Still of the night
I feel my heart beating heavy
Telling me I gotta have more
Is this spam that I’m feeling
Is this the love
That I’ve been searching for
Is this love or am I dreaming
This must be love
‘Cos it really got a hold on me
A hold on me
I have to ask myself how angry you all would be if I stole #190 from you. :haha:
Will he? Won't he? Is he stalling his post right now to get closer to the magic number? Is he refreshing while he types to see if he's getting closer to #190? Who knows? I wonder how many people are lurking.
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