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Mancuso


Age: 23
Location: In the basement, baby...
State: Arkansas

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Moves, I like to make 'em
Grooves, I like to shake 'em
Shake 'em from my troublesome mind
'Cause sometimes you'll find
That I'm out of my mind
You see baby, I'm the worrying kind

Words, I like to break 'em
Words, I'd like to shake 'em
Shake 'em from my troublesome mind
And you turn up your nose
It's a joke you suppose
But baby, I'm the worrying kind

So if you see me somewhere
With that glossy old stare
And the panic and fear in my eyes
Don't call for first aid or the fire brigade
Or the local police 'cause they won't care

I'm just a silly old boy with my head in the can
I'm just a mortal with potential of a superman
But what sense does it make
When I feel like a fake
When I'm saying to you all be good for goodness sake?
Words, I like to break 'em
Words, I'd like to shake 'em
Shake 'em from my troublesome mind
And why? Heaven knows, it's a joke, I suppose
But baby, I'm the worrying kind

So if you see me somewhere
With that glossy old stare
And the panic and fear in my eyes
Don't call for first aid or the fire brigade
Or the local police 'cause they won't care

I'm just a silly old boy with my head in the can
I'm just a mortal with potential of a superman
But what sense does it make
When I feel like a fake
When I'm saying to you all be good for goodness sake?

Oh words, I like to break 'em
Words, I'd like to shake 'em
Shake them from my troublesome mind
And why? Heaven knows, it's a joke I suppose
But baby, I'm the worrying kind

And you turn up your nose
And you say it's a pose
But baby, I'm the worrying kind
Yeah, sometimes I'm blind
I'm just out of my mind
Baby, I'm the worrying kind

15 Public Entries
Entry Date
Giving Herpes to Chickens and Chairs 9/28/2007
Survey. Story of my life. Christ. 9/22/2007
All A's and B's!!!* 9/22/2007
Rocket Brothers (Kashmir) 9/22/2007
Martha Stewart pronounces the H in "herb" 8/17/2007
Billion Dollar Baby (Lyrics) 8/16/2007
Chuck Norris jokes are SOOO over-done.. 8/10/2007
I want to go see Perry Farrell so bad 8/10/2007
Survey with an effed up format 8/9/2007
I'm NOT River Phoenix, btw. 8/8/2007
100 questions (omg another survey) 8/8/2007
A "have you ever" survey 8/8/2007
Room Survey. 8/8/2007
I should probably find a decent layout 8/8/2007


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