<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091353651713267468</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:26:14.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natalie Portman's Shaved Head LYRIC CENTRAL</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npshlyriccentral.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091353651713267468/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npshlyriccentral.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Natalie Portman's Shaved Head</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4nzTvSKGepA/SvOYuUq36QI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/KvP2Ir-MMc0/S220/eagle-16+(dragged).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091353651713267468.post-3083548662976158387</id><published>2008-09-13T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T02:01:33.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me + Yr Daughter</title><content type='html'>Suckaz wanna roll tryin' to get that gold&lt;br /&gt;But they never gonna get your daughter that way&lt;br /&gt;Brothaz like me know to be squeaky clean&lt;br /&gt;play it cool for the parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked her up in my Trans Am Baby&lt;br /&gt;We hit the night like a slap in the face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and your daughter&lt;br /&gt;Never been hotter&lt;br /&gt;Rockin’ this party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and your daughter&lt;br /&gt;Touchin’ my body&lt;br /&gt;she is so lovely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and your daughter&lt;br /&gt;Hotter and hotter&lt;br /&gt;Suspended in sweet, sweet summer love&lt;br /&gt;It’s the kind of thing&lt;br /&gt;You don’t want to end&lt;br /&gt;So don’t make us go home ever again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance on me, she'll be my dancing queen&lt;br /&gt;and she'll always be home by midnight&lt;br /&gt;But before that time we're gonna get out of line&lt;br /&gt;Play it cool in the basement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She read my mind, there’s no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing wrong with a little bump and grind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need her love and it’s legit&lt;br /&gt;You must admit that we just fit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091353651713267468-3083548662976158387?l=npshlyriccentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091353651713267468/posts/default/3083548662976158387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091353651713267468/posts/default/3083548662976158387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npshlyriccentral.blogspot.com/2008/09/1-me-yr-daughter.html' title='Me + Yr Daughter'/><author><name>Natalie Portman's Shaved Head</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4nzTvSKGepA/SvOYuUq36QI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/KvP2Ir-MMc0/S220/eagle-16+(dragged).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091353651713267468.post-3998951964989578796</id><published>2008-09-13T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T22:54:14.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Motion Tag Team</title><content type='html'>All my friends are in a jazz band&lt;br /&gt;Or in your sister's band&lt;br /&gt;They do Curtis Mayfield covers&lt;br /&gt;Makes the kids wanna dip under their covers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends&lt;br /&gt;They do their best to look real nice&lt;br /&gt;They get all jazzed up on the weekends&lt;br /&gt;whipping out the Slow Motion Tag Team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane thinks we’re art fags&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what Jane means&lt;br /&gt;Bandana Heart Police&lt;br /&gt;Are coming&lt;br /&gt;They saw you on the internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re gonna get Hologram Love Machine,&lt;br /&gt;turtlenecks, and Slow Motion Tag Team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t feel like going outside today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put on Angelo Bond&lt;br /&gt;and lay you down&lt;br /&gt;I got a heart-on &lt;br /&gt;it’s ‘cause I’m still young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends come out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;do somersaults down a hill in the park&lt;br /&gt;staring at themselves in a mirror and understand:&lt;br /&gt;"I don’t count myself as my own friend”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re gonna get Hologram Love Machine,&lt;br /&gt;turtlenecks, and Slow Motion Tag Team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends are looking for their device&lt;br /&gt;To make it fit, to make it feel alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it fit!&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;Feel alright!&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;Make it fit!&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;Feel alright!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091353651713267468-3998951964989578796?l=npshlyriccentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091353651713267468/posts/default/3998951964989578796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091353651713267468/posts/default/3998951964989578796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npshlyriccentral.blogspot.com/2008/09/2-slow-motion-tag-team.html' title='Slow Motion Tag Team'/><author><name>Natalie Portman's Shaved Head</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4nzTvSKGepA/SvOYuUq36QI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/KvP2Ir-MMc0/S220/eagle-16+(dragged).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091353651713267468.post-2082549584948863994</id><published>2008-09-13T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T00:56:37.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iceage Babeland</title><content type='html'>Keep it strictly on the dancefloor&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise what’s your booty for?&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you know that I can deliver&lt;br /&gt;Satisfaction shoots a shiver&lt;br /&gt;And if you wanna shack up after the show&lt;br /&gt;Girl, just let me know&lt;br /&gt;I don’t get starstruck anymore&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I’m a headliner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the lights go out&lt;br /&gt;Our love will sprout&lt;br /&gt;There’s a glimmer in your eye&lt;br /&gt;And it’s blinding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iceage Babeland&lt;br /&gt;It’s a nice place for a hot band&lt;br /&gt;We’re in a Iceage Babeland&lt;br /&gt;It’s a nice place for a hot band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you move your J. Lo is so divine&lt;br /&gt;C’mon backstage if you want it signed&lt;br /&gt;I can be your guilty pleasurer&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I’m your headliner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091353651713267468-2082549584948863994?l=npshlyriccentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091353651713267468/posts/default/2082549584948863994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091353651713267468/posts/default/2082549584948863994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npshlyriccentral.blogspot.com/2008/09/iceage-babeland.html' title='Iceage Babeland'/><author><name>Natalie Portman's Shaved Head</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4nzTvSKGepA/SvOYuUq36QI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/KvP2Ir-MMc0/S220/eagle-16+(dragged).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091353651713267468.post-4146027286920227343</id><published>2008-09-13T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T22:59:08.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mouth Full of Bones</title><content type='html'>I’m trying not to smile &lt;br /&gt;‘cause I know you’re looking&lt;br /&gt;Can you smell the smell &lt;br /&gt;of what our hearts are cooking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t even know your name&lt;br /&gt;But you’re on my brain&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could speak your tongue&lt;br /&gt;‘cause you got me so, so, so sprung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know “Pretty Girl”&lt;br /&gt;I don’t speak that language&lt;br /&gt;Try to communicate&lt;br /&gt;‘cause I wanna procreate&lt;br /&gt;Comes out like a mouth full of bones&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, no one knows&lt;br /&gt;how much I need your love&lt;br /&gt;I need your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make you my love and my boo&lt;br /&gt;I want to make you my boo and my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it’s love then set it free&lt;br /&gt;It’s got to be where it’s got to be&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you'll need me&lt;br /&gt;Give it time and then you'll see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091353651713267468-4146027286920227343?l=npshlyriccentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091353651713267468/posts/default/4146027286920227343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091353651713267468/posts/default/4146027286920227343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npshlyriccentral.blogspot.com/2008/09/mouth-full-of-bones.html' title='Mouth Full of Bones'/><author><name>Natalie Portman's Shaved Head</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4nzTvSKGepA/SvOYuUq36QI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/KvP2Ir-MMc0/S220/eagle-16+(dragged).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091353651713267468.post-8047549230846706818</id><published>2008-09-13T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T22:48:46.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding Hands in the Shower</title><content type='html'>Got the wedding invites you couldn’t send&lt;br /&gt;Got my vagrant wife to attend&lt;br /&gt;She didn’t like the dress that I carefully pressed&lt;br /&gt;She didn’t like bridesmaid that I undressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been as sick as a sweaty seal&lt;br /&gt;who lost his tricks at the Jeopardy wheel&lt;br /&gt;Why won’t you just be real?&lt;br /&gt;This is real&lt;br /&gt;This is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I’m gone everything is fine&lt;br /&gt;but in your arms I just want to die&lt;br /&gt;When I’m gone everything is fine&lt;br /&gt;but in your arms I just want to die&lt;br /&gt;So make the face like we’re having fun&lt;br /&gt;Go on pretend that you’re still the one&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, make the face like we’re having fun&lt;br /&gt;Make the face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look beautiful in the star&lt;br /&gt;But the feeling’s gone&lt;br /&gt;But the feeling’s gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything looks pretty from afar&lt;br /&gt;But the feeling’s wrong&lt;br /&gt;But the feeling’s wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we’re holding hands in the shower&lt;br /&gt;But the feeling’s gone&lt;br /&gt;But the feeling’s gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sense this is our final hour&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause the feeling’s wrong&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause the feeling’s all wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna lip lock?&lt;br /&gt;You wanna make it hot?&lt;br /&gt;Get tongue-tied?&lt;br /&gt;On a slip-n-slide?&lt;br /&gt;You wanna talk a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Make it steamy hot?&lt;br /&gt;In a phone booth&lt;br /&gt;We get tooth to tooth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091353651713267468-8047549230846706818?l=npshlyriccentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091353651713267468/posts/default/8047549230846706818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091353651713267468/posts/default/8047549230846706818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npshlyriccentral.blogspot.com/2008/09/holding-hands-in-shower.html' title='Holding Hands in the Shower'/><author><name>Natalie Portman's Shaved Head</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4nzTvSKGepA/SvOYuUq36QI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/KvP2Ir-MMc0/S220/eagle-16+(dragged).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091353651713267468.post-2286066852169775591</id><published>2008-09-13T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T13:52:33.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L.A. Noir</title><content type='html'>She’s one-up on everyone that I know&lt;br /&gt;(She likes to kiss and talk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s got a supernatural it-girl vibe&lt;br /&gt;(Just connect the dots)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your face beams light through computer screens&lt;br /&gt;Giving boys like them those shiny dreams&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are machines that stop with you&lt;br /&gt;I got enough street cred to rock with you&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, baby, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m dippin’ in that L.A. noir&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been sleepin’ three days in my car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock mom jeans&lt;br /&gt;Too high, too tight&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got it&lt;br /&gt;(Hard to play it right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close to &lt;br /&gt;your lemon lips&lt;br /&gt;You got grace, girl&lt;br /&gt;(Like a tigers touch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I came into this world&lt;br /&gt;to try and get in your world&lt;br /&gt;I came into your town&lt;br /&gt;try to get down&lt;br /&gt;We never gon' be alone&lt;br /&gt;no hours on the phone&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna call you my baby&lt;br /&gt;that's why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m dippin’ in that L.A. noir&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been sleepin’ three days in my car&lt;br /&gt;I’m so in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I’m sailing feelin’ the boom, boom, boom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting’ drunk off that air&lt;br /&gt;Sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, sippin’&lt;br /&gt;Wanna get with you girl&lt;br /&gt;Dip, dip, dip, dip, dip, dippin’&lt;br /&gt;Getting’ late--2 A.M.&lt;br /&gt;Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tickin’&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care won’t sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;Stick, stick, stick, stick, stick, stickin’&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091353651713267468-2286066852169775591?l=npshlyriccentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091353651713267468/posts/default/2286066852169775591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091353651713267468/posts/default/2286066852169775591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npshlyriccentral.blogspot.com/2008/09/la-noir.html' title='L.A. Noir'/><author><name>Natalie Portman's Shaved Head</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4nzTvSKGepA/SvOYuUq36QI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/KvP2Ir-MMc0/S220/eagle-16+(dragged).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091353651713267468.post-4436122875721201133</id><published>2008-09-13T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T01:36:38.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying Cool</title><content type='html'>Stayin’ cool&lt;br /&gt;Keepin’ warm&lt;br /&gt;Stayin’ dry&lt;br /&gt;Out in the storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayin’ cool&lt;br /&gt;Lookin’ fresh&lt;br /&gt;Gonna meet you&lt;br /&gt;In the flesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Bring it back&lt;br /&gt;All the way&lt;br /&gt;Bring it back&lt;br /&gt;All the way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I wanna fit&lt;br /&gt;I wanna fit your needs&lt;br /&gt;(I wanna keep you clean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Sorta mean&lt;br /&gt;To let you drift downstream&lt;br /&gt;(You’re my gold baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll pick you up&lt;br /&gt;I’ll pick you up let’s leave&lt;br /&gt;(On this dreamtrain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movin’ fast&lt;br /&gt;At the speed of love&lt;br /&gt;(Light speed love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying cool&lt;br /&gt;And we’re diggin’ it all&lt;br /&gt;(And it feels alright)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t loose the feelin'&lt;br /&gt;You gotta keep it up&lt;br /&gt;(I’m a matador)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091353651713267468-4436122875721201133?l=npshlyriccentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091353651713267468/posts/default/4436122875721201133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091353651713267468/posts/default/4436122875721201133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npshlyriccentral.blogspot.com/2008/09/staying-cool.html' title='Staying Cool'/><author><name>Natalie Portman's Shaved Head</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4nzTvSKGepA/SvOYuUq36QI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/KvP2Ir-MMc0/S220/eagle-16+(dragged).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091353651713267468.post-5950891742259628283</id><published>2008-09-13T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T01:11:28.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedroom Costume</title><content type='html'>When I moved to this neighborhood&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know I’d have it so good&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you give me a special treat&lt;br /&gt;Every night before I fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I didn’t know&lt;br /&gt;That this would be a regular show&lt;br /&gt;I’m so scared that you’ll find out&lt;br /&gt;So I gotta tell you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you in your room&lt;br /&gt;You’re wearing your bedroom costume&lt;br /&gt;You should really close the blinds&lt;br /&gt;Whose fault is it—yours or mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now I know you know&lt;br /&gt;But you’d never guess&lt;br /&gt;How long I’ve watched you too&lt;br /&gt;You think it’s just coincidence&lt;br /&gt;When you get a little glimpse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m watching you&lt;br /&gt;watching me&lt;br /&gt;watching you&lt;br /&gt;watching me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091353651713267468-5950891742259628283?l=npshlyriccentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091353651713267468/posts/default/5950891742259628283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091353651713267468/posts/default/5950891742259628283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npshlyriccentral.blogspot.com/2008/09/bedroom-costume.html' title='Bedroom Costume'/><author><name>Natalie Portman's Shaved Head</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4nzTvSKGepA/SvOYuUq36QI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/KvP2Ir-MMc0/S220/eagle-16+(dragged).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091353651713267468.post-1793058905481961302</id><published>2008-09-12T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T01:14:41.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hush Hush</title><content type='html'>She is a dangerous outlaw&lt;br /&gt;(She’s got the boys all makin’ noise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s hot, but she’s a liar&lt;br /&gt;(She’s got the boys like little toys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hush, hush&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you talk too much&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, whoa&lt;br /&gt;Keep it on the down low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a trail of hearts broken&lt;br /&gt;(She’s got the boys all makin' noise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grapes on her vine are poison&lt;br /&gt;(She’s got the boys like little toys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;High school sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;She is a dangerous outlaw&lt;br /&gt;She’s hot, but she’s a liar&lt;br /&gt;There’s a trail of hearts broken&lt;br /&gt;Grapes on her vine are made of poison&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091353651713267468-1793058905481961302?l=npshlyriccentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091353651713267468/posts/default/1793058905481961302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091353651713267468/posts/default/1793058905481961302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npshlyriccentral.blogspot.com/2008/09/hush-hush.html' title='Hush Hush'/><author><name>Natalie Portman's Shaved Head</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4nzTvSKGepA/SvOYuUq36QI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/KvP2Ir-MMc0/S220/eagle-16+(dragged).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091353651713267468.post-702391640800722802</id><published>2008-09-11T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T19:02:17.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beard Lust</title><content type='html'>Look at my facial hair!&lt;br /&gt;(Oh man, hot damn, it’s everywhere!)&lt;br /&gt;(Where’d you get that beard?)&lt;br /&gt;I grew it&lt;br /&gt;(How do you keep it so clean?)&lt;br /&gt;I shampoo it&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I could grow a mustache&lt;br /&gt;(Why don’t you?)&lt;br /&gt;Well, frankly, I don’t have the cash&lt;br /&gt;You gotta take care of your facial hair&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise it gets scruffy and bare&lt;br /&gt;The elements of style&lt;br /&gt;For the beard owner&lt;br /&gt;The essential manual&lt;br /&gt;For owners of beards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trim it, cut it, comb it, style it&lt;br /&gt;Clean it, and scent with violet&lt;br /&gt;Love it, but don’t get violent&lt;br /&gt;Rub it, but not in public&lt;br /&gt;Eat with it, but don’t get messy&lt;br /&gt;The only rule is keep it classy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on a fishing boat&lt;br /&gt;And I tried to grow a beard but it wouldn’t float&lt;br /&gt;Three weeks later out at sea&lt;br /&gt;I realized this beard wasn’t working for me&lt;br /&gt;I tried to shave it off but I had no cream&lt;br /&gt;Everyone on the boat could hear me scream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Love for me&lt;br /&gt;And love for you&lt;br /&gt;Love for each other&lt;br /&gt;Baby be my boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love for me&lt;br /&gt;And love for you&lt;br /&gt;Lust for my beard&lt;br /&gt;Look at what I grew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my sexy facial hair&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, hot-damn, it’s everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;It’s everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;It’s everywhere!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091353651713267468-702391640800722802?l=npshlyriccentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091353651713267468/posts/default/702391640800722802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091353651713267468/posts/default/702391640800722802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npshlyriccentral.blogspot.com/2008/09/beard-lust.html' title='Beard Lust'/><author><name>Natalie Portman's Shaved Head</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4nzTvSKGepA/SvOYuUq36QI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/KvP2Ir-MMc0/S220/eagle-16+(dragged).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091353651713267468.post-7184558631338613522</id><published>2008-09-10T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T14:52:39.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sophisticated Side Ponytail</title><content type='html'>I like it when you say you got a gun in your bag&lt;br /&gt;That’s so hot&lt;br /&gt;That’s so hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it when you say you’re gonna kill JT&lt;br /&gt;Turns me on&lt;br /&gt;Turns me on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it when you say you’re gonna beat kids up&lt;br /&gt;Gets me off&lt;br /&gt;Gets me off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it when you say you’d go gay for Ben&lt;br /&gt;That’s so bomb&lt;br /&gt;That’s so bomb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like my ponytail?&lt;br /&gt;(I do! I do!)&lt;br /&gt;My sideways ponytail?&lt;br /&gt;(It’s true! It’s true!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna see Shamu with me?&lt;br /&gt;(Yes I do! I love Shamu!)&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna go to the oyster fest?&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, oh, yes! That’s the best!)&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna go on the tilt-a-whirl?&lt;br /&gt;(C’mon girl, ‘til you hurl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be the captain of your submarine&lt;br /&gt;(That's my dream 'cause we're a team)&lt;br /&gt;I could be the subject of your neck tattoo&lt;br /&gt;(Just for you, it's overdue)&lt;br /&gt;We could burn our bags when we graduate&lt;br /&gt;(That'd be great. It's a date!)&lt;br /&gt;You know, you don't have to answer everything I say...&lt;br /&gt;(Okay!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091353651713267468-7184558631338613522?l=npshlyriccentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091353651713267468/posts/default/7184558631338613522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091353651713267468/posts/default/7184558631338613522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npshlyriccentral.blogspot.com/2008/09/sophisticated-side-ponytail.html' title='Sophisticated Side Ponytail'/><author><name>Natalie Portman's Shaved Head</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4nzTvSKGepA/SvOYuUq36QI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/KvP2Ir-MMc0/S220/eagle-16+(dragged).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091353651713267468.post-6169370260486575644</id><published>2008-09-09T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T00:52:25.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Malibu Highlife</title><content type='html'>I don’t see the way&lt;br /&gt;The way you see&lt;br /&gt;Or feel the way you’re feeling&lt;br /&gt;But I can see how you look&lt;br /&gt;And I can feel how your skin feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-Yeah-Oooh-Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Uh-Yeah-Oooh-Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Uh-Yeah-Oooh-Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pressed&lt;br /&gt;My ear&lt;br /&gt;Your chest&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t hear a heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;Because you’re cold&lt;br /&gt;Uh-oh-ooh-whoa-oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Bright hot nights&lt;br /&gt;The soft, soft morning light&lt;br /&gt;And you, my cool, cool ice cube girl&lt;br /&gt;You’ve lost every ounce of special magic glow&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where the hell’d our lovin’ feelin’ go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were always my favorite color&lt;br /&gt;but now the color has stained my shirt&lt;br /&gt;My ears are bloody bleeding&lt;br /&gt;turn the closed captions on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get out before I have the chance to change my mind&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna see you back here a second time&lt;br /&gt;Say you wanna try to light the flames--&lt;br /&gt;won't never ever be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I’m in love with what we do&lt;br /&gt;I’m not in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I’m in love with what we do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091353651713267468-6169370260486575644?l=npshlyriccentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091353651713267468/posts/default/6169370260486575644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091353651713267468/posts/default/6169370260486575644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npshlyriccentral.blogspot.com/2008/09/malibu-highlife.html' title='The Malibu Highlife'/><author><name>Natalie Portman's Shaved Head</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4nzTvSKGepA/SvOYuUq36QI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/KvP2Ir-MMc0/S220/eagle-16+(dragged).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091353651713267468.post-7944580929878167038</id><published>2008-09-08T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T03:00:06.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confections</title><content type='html'>She sweet-talked me all night long&lt;br /&gt;But it did not fill me up&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no, no, no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to get some play&lt;br /&gt;but I told her to stay away&lt;br /&gt;Come on girl, save it for another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do-do-do-do-do you want some candy?&lt;br /&gt;You can have all you want&lt;br /&gt;Do-do-do-do-do you want some candy?&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I got nothing else&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else, nothing else&lt;br /&gt;So here’s some chocolate candy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;spooning sugar in her room&lt;br /&gt;This might sound mean&lt;br /&gt;but that girl ain’t sweet as she seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s a bad candy apple&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t resist her charms&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got a wicked sweet tooth&lt;br /&gt;But it’s never done me harm&lt;br /&gt;Until this girl came&lt;br /&gt;And tried to gain my confections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the chocolates&lt;br /&gt;In your pockets&lt;br /&gt;Are gonna melt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;We feel like confections secret brew&lt;br /&gt;We send our affections out to you&lt;br /&gt;We feel like confections secret brew&lt;br /&gt;We send our affections out to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091353651713267468-7944580929878167038?l=npshlyriccentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091353651713267468/posts/default/7944580929878167038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091353651713267468/posts/default/7944580929878167038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npshlyriccentral.blogspot.com/2008/09/confections.html' title='Confections'/><author><name>Natalie Portman's Shaved Head</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' 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