I’m through with standing in line to pubs I’ll never get in It’s like the bottom of the ninth and I’m never gonna win Life hasn’t turned out quite the way I want it to be (tell me what you want) I want a huge sail that’ll hold the squalls And a big black ship with some cannonballs Don’t wanna join Davy Jones twenty thousand Leagues under the sea (so how you gonna do it?) I’m gonna trade this life for fortune and fame I’d even roll my bed and change my name, we… We all just wanna be big rockstars Live in hilltop houses driving 15 cars The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap We all stay skinny ’cause we just won’t eat And we’ll hang out in the coolest bars In the VIP’s with the movie stars Every good gold digger is gonna wind up there Every Playboy Bunny with her bleached blonde hair And we’ll hide out in the private rooms With the latest dictionary and today’s who’s who They’ll get you anything with that evil smile Everybody’s got a rum dealer on speed dial Hey, I wanna be a rockstar Gonna sing those songs that offend the censors Singing those songs that offend the censors Popping my pills from a Pez dispenser (rockstars don’t do mornings) Get washed up sailors writing all our songs Get washed up sailors writing all our songs Lipsync them every night so I don’t get them wrong We’ll sing them dusk till morning, we We all just wanna be big rockstars Live in hilltop houses driving 15 cars The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap We’ll all stay skinny ’cause we just won’t eat And we’ll hang out in the coolest bars In the VIP’s with the movie stars Every good gold digger’s gonna wind up there Every Playboy Bunny with her bleached blonde hair And we’ll hide out in the private rooms With the latest dictionary and today’s who’s who They’ll get you anything with that evil smile Everybody’s got a rum dealer on speed dial Hey, I wanna be a rockstar Everybody’s got a rum dealer on speed dial Hey, I wanna be a rockstar
My 2 cents –
this one has 2 things going for it…I love sea shanties and nickelback is decent.
OK Here’s the Deal…Everyone knows everyone’s Nom de Plume these days, or in this case…pseudonym….but I usually keep her quiet and somewhat anonymous. it’s just easier for me. I have a lot of personal stuff to do and adding that seems like too much.
So, From now on if it is not Thursday and I wanna post Serenity’s art I will use this as the set up.
Got a boy back home in Michigan And it tastes like Jack when I’m kissing him So I told him that I never really liked his friends Now he’s gone and he’s calling me a bitch again There’s a guy that lives in a Garden State And he told me that we make it ’til we graduate So I told him that the music would be worth the wait But he wants me in the kitchen with a dinner plate I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe that we’re meant to be But jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy get the best of me Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I Always make the same mistakes, yeah Always make the same mistakes ’cause I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh) But you can’t blame me for tryin’ You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’ You were the one (ooh-ooh) That could finally fix me Lookin’ at my history I’m bad at love Got a girl with California eyes And I thought that she could really be the one this time But I never got the chance to make her mine Because she fell in love with little thin white lines London girl with an attitude We never told no one but we look so cute Both got way better things to do But I always think about it when I’m riding through I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe that I’m in too deep And jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy get the best in me Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I Always make the same mistakes, yeah Always make the same mistakes ’cause I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh) But you can’t blame me for tryin’ You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’ You were the one (ooh-ooh) That could finally fix me Lookin’ at my history I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh) Oh, you know, you know, you know, you know I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh) I’m bad at love, yeah I know that you’re afraid I’m gonna walk away Each time the feeling fades Each time the feeling fades I know that you’re afraid I’m gonna walk away Each time the feeling fades You know I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh) But you can’t blame me for tryin’ You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’ You were the one (ooh-ooh) That could finally fix me Lookin’ at my history I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh) Oh, you know, you know, you know, you know I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh) Ohh, oh
My 2 cents –
by time I was 21 this felt like me. I have more or less been with the same person since then but even that at times has felt like it fits the song .
Pattimouse 