| January 2nd, 2002 |
| July 26th, 2008 11:44AM |
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| Real Name: | Caity Foxx |
| Email: | private |
| ICQ: | ---
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| MSN: | private |
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| AIM Handle: | ---
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| Location: | BC, BC, Canada  |
| Occupation: | Frank the Tank |
| Age: | 18 |
| Gender: | Female |
| Homepage: | www.barbie.com |
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| Biography: |
Hey little party girl,
Where do you wanna go?
I didn’t come from your scene,
So many people that I should know,
Like every door guy in this city,
Only looks at you ‘cause you’re pretty,
And the boutique girls and theme night druggies,
Take you in the back.
(You put your head on the mirror)
And ooh, baby keeps it with her now,
And ooh, baby’s got a handful of things she calls excuses,
Yeah you’re real pretty, pretty,
You’re pretty strung-out for a girl.
Maybe there’s a gas station open,
And a little money on my card,
So I can buy some half-and-half,
‘Cause even the mornings, they seem so hard,
And look at you, you never fell to bed,
You’re still typing on your phone with your cigarette,
Saying I should stop being so cynical,
‘Cause we’re hotter when we don’t give a damn.
(So smash your hand in the mirror)
And ooh, baby keeps it with her now,
And ooh, baby’s got a purse full of things she calls excuses,
Yeah you’re real pretty, pretty.
You’re pretty strung-out for a girl.
Ooh, baby keeps it with her now
And ooh, baby’s got a handful of things she calls excuses,
Yeah you’re real pretty, pretty,
Pretty pretty baby now,
And ooh, baby keeps it with her now,
And ooh, baby’s got a mouthful of things she calls excuses.
Yeah you’re real pretty, pretty.
You’re pretty strung-out for a girl . |
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Don't break,
Don't break,
My heart.
And I won't break your heart-shaped glasses.
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