welcome

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.


When miracles occur and you feel the magic

Wednesday, March 07, 2007 ( 3:47 PM )



Does it matter, really?

Who,
you're with?
Why,
you're with them?
When,
you saw this beauty?
What,
made you tumble into something completely unthinkable?
Where,
you found life's treasures?

And,

How,
you (or something else) came to be.


If these pieces changed,
would we all still be the same?
Or would our lives be completely different.
Would you still float, when you saw this guy?
Would you still smile, when you touched his hand?
Or would you be strangers, at opposite ends of a crowd.
I wouldn't have known you existed, and you wouldn't have known I did,
either. Or would we have met, anyway? Lead on by chance and circumstance,
destiny and stars? Knowing, your other half is somewhere out there, wandering aimlessly
'til you find this treasure.

♥

How you doin', young lady, the feelin' that you givin' drives me crazy.