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12-13-2006 06:23 PM
September...2007! Going to Amsterdam to visit Peggy! Looking up tickets now...WOOT!
September...2007! Going to Amsterdam to visit Peggy! Looking up tickets now...WOOT!
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11-13-2006 08:10 PM
I'm gonna remember you
you gonna remember me
I'm gonna remember you
you gonna remember me
I saw you with your new girl just yesterday
and I feel that I must confess
even though it kills me to have to say
ill admit that I was impressed
is it calling just showed up affection
gotta commend you on your selection
though I know I shouldnt be concerned
in the back of my mind I cant help but question
does she rub your feet (when you've had a long day)
scratch your scalp (when you take out your braids)
does she know that you (like to play ps2 till 6 in the morning like I do)
I cant explain this feeling
I think about it everyday
and even though we've moved on
it gets so hard to walk away
(I'm gonna remember you, you gonna remember me)
walk away, walk away
(I'm gonna remember you, you gonna remember me)
walk away
(i cant forget it how we use to be)
I guess I gotta live my life from day to day
hoping maybe you'll come back
and though I tell myself not to be afraid
to move on but it seems I cant
no other man has given me attention
it aint the same as your affection
though I know I should be content
in the back of my mind I cant help but question
does he kiss me on the forehead (before we play)
show on my doorstep (with a bouquet)
does he call me in the middle of the day (just to say)
baby I love you (like you used too)
so hard to express this feeling
cause nobody compares to you (to you)
and you know she'll never love you like I do
Lyrics to Paula Deanda Walk Away
I'm gonna remember you
you gonna remember me
I'm gonna remember you
you gonna remember me
I saw you with your new girl just yesterday
and I feel that I must confess
even though it kills me to have to say
ill admit that I was impressed
is it calling just showed up affection
gotta commend you on your selection
though I know I shouldnt be concerned
in the back of my mind I cant help but question
does she rub your feet (when you've had a long day)
scratch your scalp (when you take out your braids)
does she know that you (like to play ps2 till 6 in the morning like I do)
I cant explain this feeling
I think about it everyday
and even though we've moved on
it gets so hard to walk away
(I'm gonna remember you, you gonna remember me)
walk away, walk away
(I'm gonna remember you, you gonna remember me)
walk away
(i cant forget it how we use to be)
I guess I gotta live my life from day to day
hoping maybe you'll come back
and though I tell myself not to be afraid
to move on but it seems I cant
no other man has given me attention
it aint the same as your affection
though I know I should be content
in the back of my mind I cant help but question
does he kiss me on the forehead (before we play)
show on my doorstep (with a bouquet)
does he call me in the middle of the day (just to say)
baby I love you (like you used too)
so hard to express this feeling
cause nobody compares to you (to you)
and you know she'll never love you like I do
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11-13-2006 07:59 PM
So go ahead and get gone
And call up on that chick and see if she is home
Oops, I bet ya thought that I didn't know
What did you think I was putting you out for?
Cause you was untrue
Rolling her around in the car that I bought you
Baby you dropped them keys hurry up before your taxi leaves
Standing in the front yard telling me
How I am such a fool - Talking about
How I'll never ever find a man like you
You got me twisted
So go ahead and get gone
And call up on that chick and see if she is home
Oops, I bet ya thought that I didn't know
What did you think I was putting you out for?
Cause you was untrue
Rolling her around in the car that I bought you
Baby you dropped them keys hurry up before your taxi leaves
Standing in the front yard telling me
How I am such a fool - Talking about
How I'll never ever find a man like you
You got me twisted
11-13-2006 07:39 PM
...idk...nothing?
...idk...nothing?
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