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Shopping for labels, shopping for love
Manolo and Louis, it’s all I’m thinking of
Shopping for labels, shopping for love
Manolo and Louis, it’s all I’m thinking of

I already know what my addiction is
I be looking for labels, I ain’t looking for love
I shop for purses while I walk out the door
Don’t cry, buy a bag and then get over it
And, I’m not concerned with all the politics
It’s a lot of men I know I could find another one.

What I know is that I’m always happy
When I walk out the store, store
I’m guessing Supercalifragi-sexy,
Nothing to be playing with
I love him, hate him, kiss him, diss him,
Tryna to walk a mile in my kicks

Love’s like a runway but which one do I love more
No emotional baggage, just big bags filled with Dior
Love’s like a runway, so what’s all the fussing for
Let’s stop chasing them boys and shop some more

I know I might come off as negative
I be looking for labels,
I ain’t looking for love
Relationships are often so hard to tame
A Prada dress has never broken my heart before

And, ballin’s something that I’m fed up with
I’mma do the damn thing, watch me do the damn thing
Cause I know that my credit card
Will help me put out the flames
I’m guessing Supercalifragi-sexy,
Nothing to be playing with
I love him, hate him, kiss him, diss him,
Tryna to walk a mile in my kicks

Gucci, Fendi, Prada purses,
Purchasing them finer things
Men they come a dime a dozen,
Just give me them diamond rings
I’m into a lot of bling,
Cadallic, Chanel and Coach
Fellas boast but they can’t really
Handle my female approach
Buying things is hard to say
Rocking Christian Audigier, Manolo,
Polo, taking photos in my Cartier
So we can’t go all the way,
I know you might hate it but
I’mma shop for labels while them ladies lay and wait for love



Labels or Love, Fergie





the greatest thing you'll ever learn,
is to love and be loved.


dumdeedumdum

Saturday, July 01, 2006 ( 9:30 PM )



what the hell.

i think all the singapore idol contestants suck.

*sticks tongue into throat*



ANYWAY. i just realized that i have my marketing critique to do.
and i have to finish up my marketing, AND bong's grp prjs.

eekos.

*all hopes of a free and easy sunday zooms out the window*

my brother is trying to educate me on the difference between ronaldo and ronaldino. (is it even spelt correctly?) and i'm trying to shoo him off but he keeps sticking his world cup poster/match record sheet into my face.

honestly. GET OUT OF MY FACE, NICHOLAS. EEK :)

and now he tells me its r o n a l d i n H o.

heh.

and OMG. NOW HE TELLS ME.

RONALDINHO EARNS A FREAKIN $32.26 MILLION BUCKS.
A MONTH.

I WANT TO MARRY RONALDINHO. HEEEEE
OR ORLANDO BLOOM.
(never in my life have i wanted nothing more but to be an ELF)

OR THE SULTAN THAT SARA'S FINDING FOR ANJANA.
(find one for me too!)

hahaahaa heeeeeeee :)m(:

OMG. NOOO. ITS $32.6 MILLION.

GAWD.

hahahahahahhaahahaahaha :)

disclaimer: the contents of this post is entirely and completely fictional. (except for the part about my brother and ronaldinho's paycheck, omg) all efforts have been made to ensure that the author does not promote or pursue the negative concept of infidelity.