Katy <3

Summer after high school when we first met
We make out in your mabangis na kabayo to Radiohead
And on my 18th Birthday
We got matching tattoos

Used to steal your parents' liquor
And climb to the roof
Talk about our future
Like we had a clue
Never planned that one day
I'd be losing you

In another life
I would be your girl
We'd keep all our promises
Be us against the world

In another life
I would make you stay
So I don't have to say
You were the one that got away
The one that got away

I was June and you were my Johnny Cash
Never one without the other we made a pact
Sometimes when I miss you
I put those records on (Whoa)

Someone...

Do Do Do Do Do Do Do Do Do Do Do Do Do

I saw a spider,
I didnt scream.
Cause I can belch the alphabet,
just, double,dog,dare,me.
And, I chose gitara over ballet.
And Id take these suckers down,
cause they just, get,in,my,way.


The way, you look at me,
is kind of like a little sister.
You high five, your good-byes.
And it leaves me nothing but blisters.


So, I dont wanna be,
One of the boys,
One of your guys,
just give me a chance to prove to you tonight.
That I just wanna be,
One of the girls,
Pretty in pearls,
Not, One of the boys.


So, over the summer something changed.
I started pagbaba seventeen,
and shaving...

Original artikulo sa pamamagitan ng Katie Nicholl from the Daily Mail

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A pinagmulan for this artikulo has said: 'When Katy flew on a Virgin flight to the UK, it seemed she preferred not to be served sa pamamagitan ng females. She’s jealous because she heard her husband once gave his phone number to a hostess on the back of a sick bag. On her last flight a female pilot came over to say hello, which was bearable, but she’s not so keen on the hostesses.'

This rumour appears to have surfaced due to Russell's nakaraan associations with Air Hostesses after dating Virgin stewardess Erika Parandine after meeting on a flight in LA....

How do I get
Closer to you
When you keep
It all on mute
How do I know
The right way
To pag-ibig you

Usually the queens
Are figurin out
Beating down the man
Is no work out
But I have no clue
How to get
Through to you

I wanna hit you
Just to see
If you cry
Keep holdin on
Hopin there's
A real boy inside

But you're not a man
You're just a mannequin
I wish you could feel
That my pag-ibig is real

But you're not a man

I wish
I could just
Turn you on
But a battery in
And make you talk
Even pull
A string for you
To say anything

But with you
There is no guarantee
Only lumampas warranty
A bunch
Of broken parts
But I can't seem
To find your heart

I'm...