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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.


Pieces to pieces,

Sunday, May 20, 2007 ( 1:13 PM )



I don't want to talk about it
And I don't want a conversation
I just want to cry in front of you




I'm stressed, oh my god save me.
Suddenly all the weight of the projects fell on me and I realised the wtf was I doing playing hangman in class.
Things that you can't undo.
And then I realised wtf was I doing splurging and spending all my money away. I wish I had an allowance, I really wish I did.

I'm like so lost, I completely don't know what to do for Bong's. We're all at such a disadvantage cos like most of us don't even know a single tamil stroke. *whines* I hate bong so so much.
Discriminating.
And it's like tomorrow.








You're the best thing that's ever happened to me;

You're the only one,
I'd be with till the end
When I come undone
You bring me back again
Back under the stars
Back into your arms


I don't want to fall to pieces.