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Hello! I'm Lyrkit!

I tried many ways to memorize English words and found the most effective one for me!

We already have all the words of the songs that we have heard throughout our lives in our memory. We simply did not pay attention to them, but we all already hear them!

I noticed that when you learn a new word from a song that you have already heard before, you already know the translation of this word forever and you will never forget it!

I want to share this method with you. So, the scheme is as follows.

We find songs that we have already heard.

We add all unfamiliar words from them.

We pass mini tests of memory games. done

Now that you know a lot of words, you will very quickly come to know the whole language!

I bet you'll be surprised how effective this method is!)

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Infected Tattoo

(album: Okenspay Ordway 1: Things I Forgot To Tell Mommy - 1997)


Okay already... i'm here to tell you i'm having yet another shitty day.
I swear, sometimes my shitty days run into each other giving me a shitty weeks.
I think i'm in the middle of a shitty month... that's shitty!

My goddamn arm is totally fucked up.
I want to cut it off at the elbow.
I don't know what the fucking problem is! i mean, i'm a hygienic clean girl.
I smell good ya know... clean... squeaky!
Strawberry glycerin scented soap everyday, all over me everywhere, come here...
Smell me. taste me. good, hey?
Okay, you can stop now 'cuz you're making me feel uncomfortable.
I hardly know you.

Anyways, the point i'm making is i'm a well-bathed clean little girl, so then...
What the fuck is up with my arm?
It absolutely has devastated me.
It grosses me out.
It hurts like a bastard,
Opposed to when i was having it done and it hurt like a bitch.

In the bible it says you're not supposed to mutilate or decorate your body,
'cuz god will get really cheezed at you,
But that guy jesus died for are sins right?
So i figure when i get to heaven,
Right before i have a drink with bob karsnarik and andrew wood,
I'll get an appointment with god and explain to him,
"i could wear long sleeve shirts and no one would see them!"
I hope he goes for it.
I bet krishna and those dudes would let me hang out at their pad if god was too bummed at me.
Or i could just wait at the gates for my mom,
'cuz she'll outlive me, and then she could go talk to him about me,
Kinda like she did when i got suspended in grade
10 for smoking in the boys' washroom and she had to schmooze the principal.

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yet another shitty day.
Sometimes i swear my shitty days run into each other,
Giving me a shitty weeks.
I think i'm in the middle of a shitty month... that's... shitty!

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Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?