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What's my age again?

-Blink 182

I took her out it was a Friday night
I wore cologne to get the feeling right
We started making out and she took off my pants
But then I turned on the TV

And that's about the time that she walked away from me
Nobody likes you when you're 23
And are still more amused by TV shows
What the fuck is ADD?
My friends say I should act my age
What's my age again?
What's my age again?

Then later on, on the drive home
I called her mom from a pay phone
I said I was the cops
And your husband's in jail
This state looks down on sodomy

And that's about the time that bitch hung up on me
Nobody likes you when your 23
And are still more amused by prank phone calls
What the fuck is caller ID?
My friends say I should act my age
What's my age again?
What's my age again?

And that's about the time she walked away from me
Nobody likes you when your 23
And you still act like you're in Freshman year
What the fuck is wrong with me?
My friends say I should act my age
What's my age again?

That's about the time that she broke up with me
No one should take themselves so seriously
With many years ahead to fall in line
Why would you wish that on me?
I never want to act my age
What's my age again?
What's my age again?

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This is a bday gift for Alesea, who recently turned 22..
and for everyone who don't want to act their age ever..hehehe

*Special thanks to CS for giving me the song:)
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Pallav said…
oh yeah nice song, i almost forgot her birthaday and realised just in time!

Cheers!~

N
December 2, 2007 at 4:54 AM
Aarish said…
thanks for this song... need to show it to someone.. hehe..
December 3, 2007 at 5:19 AM
Anonymous said…
No one, and I mean no one has put this song to better use than you have :D Happy Birthday to Alesea!
- CS.
December 3, 2007 at 8:00 AM
Bharti Bedi said…
@NM: as long as u remembered;)

@Aarish: yeah nice song esp wen u r going on 23..
i hope it serves ur purpose in any way u want..cheers!!

@ CS: well thanks to u for giving to me!! get more stuff like this.. je t'aime
December 3, 2007 at 9:39 AM
Alesea said…
Hey sweety...thanx for a nice bday gift....i really wonder..why should i act my age....but thanx anyways..blog gifts are always special and so is this one..and who is CS?? i really wanna know..
December 3, 2007 at 11:51 AM
Jay said…
just want to let you know that i tagged you over at my blog!

check it out if you want to particpate!
December 10, 2007 at 12:52 PM
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