...pa...ja sam Anja...ve bum krenula u srednju školu...malo me strah, al jebiga...a ubiti i jedva čekam, kaj vidim s kim bum isla sve u razred i kaj upoznam neke novo ljude...znači rođena sam 1991, datuma 4.10., pa sam po horoskopu vaga...
...živim u nedelišću, to je jedno mjesto kraj čakovca...pa ljepo je tu...i ve mi je jako zal kaj bum zgubila sve prijatelje koje tu imam, pa svi idu nekam na svoju stranu...a dobro Dada, Fifa i ja idemo sve tri u ekonomsku za ekonomiste...pa se nadamo kaj bumo dosle u isti razred...
...ak bumo onda bu to stvarno ludo...Fifa i ja bumo svaki odmor damfale...he,he...joj, jedva čekam...a kaj...Dada pa bu pila...he,he...nju niko nebre u tome dostići...a lude su....
Ve bum malo o mojim naj frendicama :
Aca-to je moja najbolja frendica...jako dugo se već poznamo, i s njom se mogu o svemu razgovarati, i uvjek je tu dok mi nest treba...
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Iva-nju isto jako dugo znam, još od prve skupine u vrtiću smo si ono ok...mada ona mene nekad nije mogla smisliti...jer sam ja BILA jako razmažena, i tak....
Dada-isto...se jako dugo znamo-od vrtića...jedno vrijeme smo si bile jako dobre...a i dada sad trenira karate, i jako joj dobro ide...prvakinja europe...ve bu isla na svijetsko...jeeeee....mi smo se već dogovorile kaj idemo s njom...
pa tu spadaju i Fifa i Tamara...oba dve su lude...Tamara pogotovo...ima dečka, Posedija...on mi je isto ok frend...a Fifa...isto je super....nema dečka, mogla bi ga imati al kaj ja znam...cjelo vrijeme nest glumi....
-AC/DC
AC/DC-back in black
Back in black, I hit the sack,
I've been too long, I'm glad to be back!
Yes, I'm let loose from the noose,
That's kept me hangin' around!
I keep a-lookin' at the sky 'cause it's makin me high,
Forget the hearse 'cause I'll never die!
I got nine lives, cat's eyes,
Abusin' every one of them and runnin' wild!
'Cause I'm back! Yes, I'm back!
Well, I'm back! Yes, I'm back!
Well, I'm ba-a-a-ack!
Ba-a-a-ack!
Well, I'm back in black!
Yes, I'm back in black!
Ow!
Back in black, I hit the sack,
Number one with a bullet, I'm a power-pack!
Yes, I'm in a bang with a gang,
They got to catch me if they want me to hang!
'Cause I'm back on the track and I'm livin to F***,
Nobody's gonna get me on another rap!
For look at me now, I'm justa makin' my pay,
Don't try to push your luck, just get outta my way!
'Cause I'm back! Yes, I'm back!
Well, I'm back! Yeah, I'm back!
Well, I'm ba-a-a-ack!
Ba-a-a-ack!
Well, I'm back in black!
Yes, I'm back in black!
Let's go!
SOLO
Well, I'm back! Yes, I'm back!
Well, I'm back! Yes, I'm back!
Well, I'm ba-a-a-ack!
Ba-a-a-ack!
Well, I'm back in black!
Yes, I'm back in black!
Ow!
Aw, yeah! Let's go!
Keep on goin'! Yeah-yeah!
Yeah... aw, yeah-yeah!
Here we go!
Well, I'm ba-a-a-ack! (I'm back!)
Ba-a-a-ack! (Well, I'm back!)
Ba-a-a-ack! (I'm back!)
Ba-a-a-ack! (I'm back!)
Ba-a-a-ack! (I'm back!)
Ba-a-a-ack!
Back in black!
Yes, I'm back in black!
Outta sight!
Alice Cooper-poison
Your cruel device
your blood, like ice
One look, could kill
My pain, your thrill...
I wanna love you but I better not touch (don?t touch)
I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
I wanna kiss you but I want it too much (too much)
I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison, running through my veins
Poison
I don't wanna play these games
Your mouth, so hot
Your web, I'm caught
Your skin, so wet
Black lace, on sweat....
I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (and pins)
I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don't wanna touch you but you?re under my skin (deep in)
I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison, running through my veins
Poison
I don't wanna break these chains
Poison...
Alice Cooper-school´s out
Well we got no choice
All the girls and boys
Makin' all that noise
'Cause they found new toys
Well we can't salute ya
Can't find a flag
If that don't suit ya
That's a drag
School's out for summer
School's out forever
School's been blown to pieces
No more pencils
No more books
No more teacher's dirty looks
Well we got no class
And we got no principles (principals)
We ain't got no innocence
We can't even think of a word that rhymes
School's out for summer
School's out forever
My school's been blown to pieces
No more pencils
No more books
No more teacher's dirty looks
Out for summer
Out 'til fall
We might not come back at all
School's out forever
School's out for summer
School's out with fever
School's out completely
