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Why I'm a Fan
OCTOBER 31, 2007, 5:44 pm
I'm a fan (and you should be too) because...
- She's real, she is just the way you see her, no acting diva.
She's the proof that you don't need a fabulous voice to be a great singer. What I feel when she sings is undescribeable.
She makes me feel good when I'm sad and make me "hot" when I'm happy or excited or preparing for a party (like right now, Halloween Party).
- Britney is beautiful, hot, super sweet, she's true and she has a big heart. She loves her fans and she's a normal woman, she doesn't act like a diva (well, she does sometimes but she can do it). Her music is different, is better, is hotter, her voice is sweet and can make you cry; but is also sexy and hot that turns you on. She got what you're looking for!
Britney's music is a circle full of emotions coming from everywhere: happyness, crazyness, sadness etc.
SO THANK YOU BRITNEY FOR MAKING MY LIFE SOUND BETTER EVERYTIME I NEED IT. YOUR SMILE MELTS MY HEART AND MAKES ME FEEL HAPPY.
I'VE ALWAYS LOVED YOU AND I ALWAYS WILL.
Truly,
Alberto <3
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Favorite Lyric
Can you keep a secret?
These walls keep a secret
That only we know
But how long can they keep it?
'Cause we're two lovers, we lose control
We're two shadows
Chasing rainbows
Behind closed windows
Behind closed doors
If walls could talk
Oooh... they would say I want you more
They would say
Hey...ever felt like this before?
That you'll always be the one for me
If walls had eyes
Mine...they would see the love in sight
They would see
Me...in your arms in ecstasy
And with every move they'd know I love you so
Two people making memories
Just too good to tell
These songs are never ending (?)
When we're lying where we fell
We're painting pictures
Making magic
Taking chances
Making love
Chorus
When I'm feeling weak
You give me wings
When the fire has no heat
You light it up again
When I hear no violins
You play my every string
Stop the press
Hold the news
The secret is safe between me and you
Can you keep a secret?
Repeat Chorus
Adlib:
I love you so
Ooooh I love you baby
Ooooh baby
Love you love you love you so honey
Love you love you love you so
In your arms in ecstasy
If they could only see you and me baby
Just you and me baby
From: “If Walls Could Talk”
