Funhouse #pink #lyrics Novels & Stories

"You need to change the gender. And then, here. You will start here." My frown deepen. Why does this lyrics have to suck me up? I clear my throat and start hitting the tiles. "Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name It all just sounds like ooh, ooh, ooh, hoo Mm, too young, too dumb to realize That I should have bought you flowers And held your hand Should have gave you all my hours When I had the chance Take you to every party 'cause all you wanted to do was dance~"

Late Monday afternoon, Cali lay stretched out on her bed, relaxing to Pink’s greatest hits CD. Pink was one of her favorite artists—Cali loved her rebellious, raucous lyrics and the way she wove swear words into her songs that you didn’t get to hear in the radio versions. Pink was shooting some guy down by telling him it was “just him and his hand” that night when a knock sounded at Cali’s door.

Joanna answered quickly. “I hope he’s cute. You put a lot of effort dressing for him today,” Paula said. “He is,” Joanna said with a smirk. They fell silent again working with fabric, pins, and mannequins. Then a new song started to play. “Oh, this is the jam,” Keyonna said happily. “Y’all will love this.” The beat sounded catchy and the singing was good. “What’s this called?” a girl asked. Joanna didn’t know her name. “Poison, by Bell Biv Devoe,” Keyonna answered as she moved to the middle of the floor. She started lightly dancing.

my ass was caught. That damned old song 'Pony' by 'Ginuwine' popped into my head as I watched him. (If your horny, let's do it, ride it... my pony My saddles waiting, come and jump on it.) Mom, why the hell did you force me to watch all the magic Mike movies with you last week?! Jesus help me! I screamed inside, swallowing hard.

Lily said. “Yeah, baby girl.” “Can we wisten to Fwozen song? Pweeese.” “Ohmigod, you don’t have the CD do you?” I whispered. He grinned. “I don’t have the song, baby girl. How about Guns ’n Roses?” I looked back at her. She wrinkled her nose, but then just as quickly, smiled. “Nobemba Wain.” Alex chuckled. “Okay, baby girl.” He released my hand and chose November Rain from the Use Your Illusion CD and I giggled. “Well played, honey… well played.”

Harlow orders, bouncing in her seat. I do as I’m told, feeling the soft brush against my eyelids. “What color are we starting with?” I ask, keeping my voice as neutral as possible. “Blue and purple!” she chirps happily. Of course. “So, like… war paint?” “Like a rainbow warrior!” I peek one eye open, catching my reflection in the mirror. “Princess, I look like I just got punched by a unicorn.” Harlow beams, nodding in approval. “Exactly!”

Chapter 3 The dance Allyson Strangely enough, today I feel much prettier than usual. This lingerie really suits me. I'm a bit darker and the light pink contrasts with my skin very well. I'm doing pole dance moves. I go up and down on my head to the sound of "Real" by Ki-Si Yang. A very sexy song from my playlist.

I glance at Luke and notice him gaping at me. “What?” I ask, I look around myself. “You like this song?” he asks closing his mouth. I blush beet red. “It’s a great song” I shrug, nothing weird happening here, just some singing…to a song about orgasms. He laughs “It sure is, and I think I could do it often. I think I have done it often.” I think I’ve become redder than the damn stop light. Thankfully the song changes to I love your way by Powderfinger. Phew!

Jan jumped to her backpack and took out her make-up kit. "My mom bought me new scrubs and mud facial masks, we can do them later tonight ... ooh ... do you want to make some popcorns before we start?" "Yes, yes, yes ... popcorns!" Jan shouted. Hazel ran down the stairs to the kitchen and Jan turned on the vinyl Theo gave Hazel. She turned the volume up and Harry Styles voice blared throughout the corners of that house singing "Tastes like strawberries ... on a summer evenin' ... and it sounds just like a song ..." Jan can hear Hazel singing along with it while microwaving their popcorn.

And that’s why I’m gone’ take a good girl I know you want it I know you want it I know you want it You’re a good girl Can’t let it get past me You’re far from plastic Talk about getting blasted Like all the questionable places Hollis found herself invited to, the thumping music was accompanied by low lighting and several snacking stations set up throughout the entire downstairs. Empty orange juice bottles were littered everywhere, making the blonde wrinkle her nose in disgust. After poking around for a few minutes, she felt someone slap her shoulder and turned around to find the beautifully exotic plus sized chick she’d been looking for grinning widely at her.