"F.U.R.B. (Fuck U Right Back)", by FRANKEE

Oh oh
Oooh
No no no

(You know there is two sides to every story)

See I don't know why you cryin' like a bitch
Talkin' s h i t like a snitch
Why you write a song 'bout me
If you really didn't care
You wouldn't wanna share
Tellin' everybody just how you feel

Fuck what I did was your fault somehow
Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out
Fuck all the cryin' it didn't mean jack
Well guess what yo, fuck you right back

Fuck what I did was your fault somehow
Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out
Fuck all the cryin' it didn't mean jack
Well guess what yo, fuc k you right back

You thought you could really make me moan
I had better sex all alone (ha ha ha ha)
I had to turn to your friend
Now you want me to come back
You must be smokin' crack
Im goin' else where and thats a fact

Fuck all those nights I moaned real loud
Fuck it, I faked it, aren't you proud
Fuck all those nights you thought you broke my back
Well guess what yo, your sex was wack

Fuck all those nights I moaned real loud
Fuck it, I faked it, aren't you proud
Fuck all those nights you thought you broke my back
Well guess what yo, your sex was wack

Whoa whoa
Uh uh yea

Whoa whoa
Uh uh yea

Whoa whoa
Uh uh yea

Whoa whoa
Uh uh yea

You questioned did I care
Maybe I would have if you woulda gone down there
Now it's over
But I do admit i'm glad I didn't catch your crabs
I can't sweat that cause I got to go

Fuck what I did was your fault somehow
Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out
Fuck all the cryin' it didn't mean jack
Well guess what yo, fuck you right back.

oh oh
uh uh yea
oh oh
uh uh yea
oh oh
uh uh yea
oh oh
uh uh yea

...You made me do this

Me encanta esta canción! Es de Frankee, la ex-novia que Eamon ponía verde en su hit "Fuck it". Pues ella le contesta de esta guisa. Es genial!

Por mi parte le dedico algo parecido a alguna persona..jaja!!!

Yesterday it was August 31th. For many people last day of the summer. But I refuse to think that it is like that...Now I think in these dawns of winter put to bed in the sofa. Thinking how it is going to be next summer. At the same time I start remembering last times, for many people better times...Almost all my recollections have a good part and another bad part.
I see some faces of people that I knew, people that now already I don't know. People whom I admired, which I hated, which I loved... A long billiard cue lists of friends and of "enemies". But, where will they be? Sometimes I believe that their towels are put next to my towel, or opposite, Is it something normal? I don't know, but these tears that do not fall down make me feel badly. They live in the deep of my soul and shout to be able to be free...If you ask me: why do you write this entry in english? neither I will want to answer you...But are you listening to me? I understand that not. In spite of everything, this summer 2006 was a very good summer. I suppose that it might have been better, but I don't go away to complaining of anything, well, though it is not completely true. Is it a lie? What does matter? ;^P...That the Sun shines always in the sea, which the sand stills so white, that for the streets smells to fried small squids and peppers of Padrón, which the Gatiños and the fireworks should be listened, that Sanxenxo's poshes continue eating pips while they walk along Silgar's beach,  that your smile does not leave with the Moon, which the nights remain full of stars and of shooting stars, which the love stalks always...For whom it is Lacoste essential?

Okay, already I end (but the movie must go on since September), Thanks to all my friends and those who are not so much for make me so cool N' happy this summer, I wanna see You over and over again...to get along!

                                          "alguien me dijo una vez..."                                                                                                                                  Summer 2001