tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71031706438104368602024-02-20T00:54:00.646-08:00Letras Ac / DcTottihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800261465288089913noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103170643810436860.post-54556935653870764792010-05-01T05:35:00.001-07:002010-05-01T05:48:00.734-07:00Bienvenidos<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;">Bienvenidos a Ac Dc Letras. Este blog ha sido creado como suplemento y está 100 % subordinado a <a href="http://acdcspain.blogspot.com/" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Ac Dc Spain</span></a>. Gracias por confiar en este servicio. La dinámica y funcionalidad de este blog es encontrar todas las canciones de la discografía de Ac Dc. Para ello, hemos facilitado la barra de búsqueda situada en la esquina superior derecha, para facilitar la búsqueda e interacción en esta página. Para alguna sujerencia y/o queja no dude en escribir a:acdcspain@hotmail.es</span>Tottihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800261465288089913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103170643810436860.post-61017070076418271132010-05-01T05:33:00.000-07:002010-05-01T05:34:20.910-07:009- High Voltage.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">(well) You ask me 'bout the clothes I wear<br />And you ask me why I grow my hair<br />And you ask me why I'm in a band<br />I dig doin' one night stands<br />and You wanna see me do my thing<br />All you gotta do is plug me into high<br />I said high<br />High voltage rock 'n' roll<br />High voltage rock 'n' roll<br />High voltage, High voltage<br />High voltage rock 'n' roll<br />rock 'n' roll<br />You ask me why I like to dance<br />And you ask me why I like to sing<br />And you ask me why I like to play<br />I got to get my kicks some way<br />and You ask me what I'm all about<br />Come and let me hear you shout high<br />I said high<br />High voltage rock 'n' roll<br />High voltage rock 'n' roll<br />High voltage, High voltage<br />High voltage rock 'n' roll<br />rock 'n' roll I said high, I said high<br />Waaaah!<br />High voltage rock 'n' roll<br />High voltage rock 'n' roll<br />High voltage, high voltage<br />High voltage rock 'n' roll<br />(mumble, mumble...)<br />Spotlight, put the lights out, happy hour!<br />High voltage rock 'n' roll<br />High voltage rock 'n' roll<br />Wine, women and song<br />High voltage, high voltage<br />Wine women and song<br />High voltage rock 'n' roll</span>Tottihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800261465288089913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103170643810436860.post-45499970184760810292010-05-01T05:32:00.000-07:002010-05-01T05:33:41.789-07:008- She's got balls<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">She's got style that woman<br />Makes me smile that woman<br />She's got spunk that woman<br />Funk that woman<br />She's got speed my babe<br />Got what I need my babe<br />She's got the ability<br />To make a man outta me<br />CHORUS:<br />But most important of all<br />Let me tell you<br />My lady's got balls<br />She's got balls She's got soul my lady<br />Likes to crawl my lady<br />All around the floor on her hands and knees<br />Oh because she likes to please me<br />CHORUS<br />And she's got taste my lady<br />Pace my lady<br />Makes my heart race<br />With her pretty face<br />She's got balls my lady<br />Likes to crawl my lady<br />Hands and knees all around the floor<br />No one has to tell her what a fella is for<br />CHORUS</span>Tottihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800261465288089913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103170643810436860.post-50857521275514551012010-05-01T05:31:00.002-07:002010-05-01T05:32:23.257-07:006- Can i sit next to your girl.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">I met this girl for the first time on Saturday night<br />Standing in the queue at the Odeon alright<br />Oh I took her by surprise<br />When I gave her one of my lines<br />She started smiling at me real fine (ha ha)<br />That's when I said Can I sit next to you, girl<br />Can I sit next to you, girl<br />Can I sit next to you, girl<br />Can I sit next to you, girl<br />Can I sit next to you?<br />At intermission we were doing alright<br />Until this guy came up and stood by her side<br />Oh I took him by surprise<br />When I gave him one of my lines<br />She started smiling at me real fine<br />And that's when I said Can I sit next to you, girl<br />Can I sit next to you, girl<br />Can I sit next to you, girl<br />Can I sit next to you, girl<br />Can I sit next to you<br />Can I sit next to you<br />Yeah, c'mon now!<br />So let me!<br />Can I sit next to you, girl<br />Can I sit next to you, girl<br />Can I sit next to you, girl<br />Can I sit next to you, girl<br />Can I sit next to you<br />Can I sit next to you, girl<br />Can I sit next to you, girl<br />Can I sit next to you, (Victoria?)<br />Can I sit next to you, girl<br />Can I sit next to you, girl<br />C'mon!<br />Can I sit next to you, girl (9x)<br />Can I?</span>Tottihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800261465288089913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103170643810436860.post-78941589407870449632010-05-01T05:31:00.001-07:002010-05-01T05:31:23.675-07:005- T.N.T<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi<br />See me ride out of the sunset<br />On your colour TV screen<br />Out for all that I can get<br />If you know what I mean<br />Women to the left of me<br />And women to the right<br />Ain't got no gun<br />Ain't got no knife<br />But don't you start no fight<br />CHORUS:<br />'Cause I'm T.N.T. I'm dynamite<br />T.N.T. and I'll win the fight<br />T.N.T. I'm a power load<br />T.N.T. watch me explode<br />I'm dirty, mean and mighty unclean<br />I'm a wanted man<br />Public enemy number one<br />Understand<br />So lock up your daughter<br />Lock up your wife<br />Lock up your back door<br />And run for your life<br />The man is back in town<br />Don't you mess me 'round<br />CHORUS<br />T.N.T. Oi, oi, oi<br />T.N.T. Oi, oi, oi<br />T.N.T. Oi, oi, oi<br />T.N.T. Oi, oi, oi<br />T.N.T. Oi<br />I'm dynamite (oi, oi)<br />T.N.T. Oi,<br />And I'll win the fight,<br />T.N.T.<br />I'm a power load<br />T.N.T.<br />Watch me explode!</span>Tottihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800261465288089913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103170643810436860.post-72140850935950704892010-05-01T05:30:00.000-07:002010-05-01T05:31:00.354-07:004- Live Wire<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">Well if you're lookin' for trouble<br />I'm the man to see<br />If you're lookin' for satisfaction<br />I'm satisfaction guaranteed<br />I'm as cool as a body on ice<br />Or hotter than a rollin' dice<br />Send you to heaven<br />Take you to hell<br />I ain't foolin'<br />Can't you tell I'm a live wire,<br />I'm a live wire, I'm a live wire<br />Gonna set this town on fire<br />Well if you need some lovin'<br />And if you need some man<br />You've got the phone and the number<br />And I got no future plans<br />Oh come on honey you got nothin' to lose<br />You got the thirst 'n I got the booze<br />Give you an inch<br />Take you a mile<br />I wanna make you smile I'm a live wire, Live Wire,<br />I'm a live wire, live wire<br />I'm a live wire, live wire<br />Holy smoke and sweet desire<br />Like a hot rod baby?<br />Oh stick this in your fuse box<br />Cooler than a body on ice<br />Hotter than a rollin' dice<br />Wilder than a drunken fight<br />You're gonna burn tonight<br />I'm a live wire, live wire<br />I'm a live wire, live wire<br />I'm a live wire, live wire<br />And I'm gonna set this town on fire<br />Live wire, live wire<br />I'm a live wire, live wire<br />Well I'm a live wire, live wire<br />I'm a live wire, live wire<br />I'm gonna burn, found me guilty<br />Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn.</span>Tottihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800261465288089913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103170643810436860.post-59657165306484586272010-05-01T05:29:00.002-07:002010-05-01T05:30:27.117-07:003- The Jack<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">She gave me the Queen<br />She gave me the King<br />She was wheelin' and dealin'<br />Just doin' her thing<br />She was holdin' a pair<br />But I had to try<br />Her Deuce was wild<br />But my Ace was high<br />But how was I to know<br />That she'd been dealt with before<br />Said she'd never had a Full House<br />But I should have known<br />From the tattoo on her left leg<br />And the garter on her right<br />She'd have the card to bring me down<br />If she played it right She's got the Jack<br />She's got the Jack<br />She's got the Jack<br />She's got the Jack<br />She's got the Jack<br />She's got the Jack<br />She's got the Jack<br />She's got the Jack<br />She's got the Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack<br />She's got the Jack<br />Poker face was her name<br />Poker face was her nature<br />Poker straight was her game<br />If she knew she could get you<br />She play'd 'em fast<br />And she play'd 'em hard<br />She could close her eyes<br />And feel every card<br />But how was I to know<br />That she'd been shuffled before<br />Said she'd never had a Royal Flush<br />But I should have known<br />That all the cards were comin'<br />From the bottom of the pack<br />And if I'd known what she was dealin' out<br />I'd have dealt it back She's got the Jack<br />She's got the Jack<br />She's got the Jack, And who knows what else?<br />She's got the Jack, yeah, yeah<br />She's got the Jack<br />She's got the Jack<br />She's got the Jack<br />She's got the Jack<br />She's got the Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack<br />She's got the Jack<br />She's got the Jack<br />She's got the Jack, Ooh, was a bad deal, Jack<br />She gave me the Jack hey<br />She's got the Jack, She's got the Jack, She's got the Jack<br />Ooh, can't ya tell?<br />She's got the Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack<br />She's got the Jack, She's got the Jack<br />She's got the Jack, She's got the Jack<br />You Never know! She's got the Jack<br />She's got the Jack, She's got the Jack<br />She's got the Jack, and it hurts!<br />She's got the Jack<br />She's got the Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack<br />She's got the Jack<br />AAAAAAAAAAAAH!<br />Oooooh!<br />Thank you, thank you, Thank you people, Thank you, Thank you<br />I'm glad you like the show, yes, thank you very much folks.<br />Good night and God bless!</span>Tottihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800261465288089913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103170643810436860.post-68814071824826764972010-05-01T05:29:00.001-07:002010-05-01T05:29:45.628-07:002-Rock 'n' roll singer.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">My Daddy was workin' nine to five<br />When my Momma was havin' me<br />By the time I was half alive<br />I knew what I was gonna be<br />I left school and grew my hair<br />They didn't understand<br />They wanted me to be respected as<br />A doctor or a lawyer man<br />(But I had other plans)<br />Gonna be a rock 'n' roll singer<br />Gonna be a rock 'n' roll star<br />Gonna be a rock 'n' roll singer<br />I'm gonna be a rock 'n' roll,<br />A rock 'n' roll star<br />Well I worked real hard and bought myself<br />A rock 'n' roll guitar<br />I gotta be on top some day<br />I wanna be a star<br />I can see my name in lights<br />And I can see the queue<br />I got the devil in my blood<br />Tellin' me what to do<br />(And I'm all ears)<br />Gonna be a rock 'n' roll singer<br />Gonna be a rock 'n' roll star<br />Gonna be a rock 'n' roll singer<br />I'm gonna be a rock 'n' roll,<br />a rock 'n' roll star<br />(I hear it pays well)<br />Well you can stick your nine to five livin'<br />And your collar and your tie<br />And stick your moral standards<br />'Cause it's all a dirty lie<br />You can stick your golden handshake<br />And you can stick your silly rules<br />And all the other shit<br />That they teach to kids in school<br />('Cause I ain't no fool)<br />Gonna be a rock 'n' roll singer<br />Gonna be a rock 'n' roll star<br />Gonna be a rock 'n' roll singer<br />I'm gonna be a rock 'n' roll,<br />A rock 'n' roll star<br />Gonna be a rock 'n' roll singer<br />Gonna be a rock 'n' roll star<br />Gonna be a rock 'n' roll singer<br />I'm gonna be a rock 'n' roll,<br />A rock 'n' roll star.<br />Yes I are!</span>Tottihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800261465288089913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103170643810436860.post-29984076307861833472010-05-01T05:28:00.001-07:002010-05-01T05:28:57.704-07:001- It's a long way to the top (if you wanna rock 'n' roll).<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">Ridin' down the highway<br />Goin' to a show<br />Stop in all the by-ways<br />Playin' rock 'n' roll<br />Gettin' robbed<br />Gettin' stoned<br />Gettin' beat up<br />Broken boned<br />Gettin' had<br />Gettin' took<br />I tell you folks<br />It's harder than it looks<br />It's a long way to the top<br />If you wanna rock 'n' roll<br />It's a long way to the top<br />If you wanna rock 'n' roll<br />If you think it's easy doin' one night stands<br />Try playin' in a rock roll band<br />It's a long way to the top<br />If you wanna rock 'n' roll<br />Hotel, motel<br />Make you wanna cry<br />Lady do the hard sell<br />Know the reason why<br />Gettin' old<br />Gettin' grey<br />Gettin' ripped off<br />Under-paid<br />Gettin' sold<br />Second hand<br />That's how it goes<br />Playin' in a band<br />It's a long way to the top<br />If you wanna rock 'n' roll<br />It's a long way to the top<br />If you wanna rock 'n' roll<br />If you wanna be a star of stage and screen<br />Look out it's rough and mean<br />It's a long way to the top<br />If you wanna rock 'n' roll<br />It's a long way to the top<br />If you wanna rock 'n' roll<br />It's a long way to the top<br />If you wanna rock 'n' roll<br />It's a long way to the top<br />If you wanna rock 'n' roll<br />Well, it's a long way<br />It's a long way, (they tell me)<br />It's a long way, such a long way.</span>Tottihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800261465288089913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103170643810436860.post-37074885856989176332010-05-01T05:27:00.001-07:002010-05-01T05:27:54.237-07:006- Show Business<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">You learn to sing<br />You learn to play<br />Why don't the businessman<br />Ever learn to pay<br />CHORUS:<br />That's show business<br />Show bizness<br />Show bizness<br />That's the way it goes You play in halls<br />You play in bars<br />You're climbin' walls<br />Chasin' stars CHORUS You pay the men<br />You pay your dues<br />When it's all gone<br />You sing the blues<br />CHORUS<br />You wanna roll<br />You wanna rock<br />But you find it hard<br />If your guitar's in hock<br />CHORUS<br />We smoke our butts<br />They smoke cigars<br />We drown in debt<br />They drown in bars<br />CHORUS<br />You pull a chick<br />Take her home<br />No use, man<br />You're worn out to the bone<br />CHORUS</span>Tottihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800261465288089913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103170643810436860.post-4291721152550309562010-05-01T05:26:00.002-07:002010-05-01T05:27:12.750-07:005- Love Song<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">I can tell by the look in your eye<br />I can tell by the way you sigh<br />That you know I've been thinking of you<br />And you know what I want to do<br />Oh Jean When you smile I see stars in the sky<br />When you smile I see sunrise<br />And I know you've been thinking of me<br />And I know how you want it to be<br />Oh Jean I can tell by the things you say<br />I can tell that you know the way<br />And I know what you want me to do<br />Oh, I've got hearts and flowers for you<br />If you leave me you'll make me cry<br />When I think of you saying good bye<br />Oh the sky turns to a deeper blue<br />That's - that's how I'd feel if I lost you<br />Oh Jean</span>Tottihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800261465288089913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103170643810436860.post-28014026885566180282010-05-01T05:26:00.001-07:002010-05-01T05:26:47.040-07:004- You ain't got a hold on me.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">You can roll me round your finger<br />You can roll me if I'm blind<br />You can roll me tally ho ho<br />I'm easy rollin' kind<br />But don't think I'm facin' down hill<br />'Cause soon you'll see<br />You'll lose your grip and slip<br />'Cause you ain't got a hold on me<br />CHORUS:<br />You ain't got a hold on me<br />You ain't got a hold on me<br />Why don't you let me free<br />'Cause you ain't got a hold on me<br />You can take me to your bedroom<br />You can take me to your heart<br />You can take me to a climax<br />I won't fall apart<br />But don't count on me givin' it<br />All back to you<br />Just because I'm hooked on livin<br />Doesn't mean I'm hooked on you<br />CHORUS</span>Tottihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800261465288089913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103170643810436860.post-65993438844152785342010-05-01T05:23:00.001-07:002010-05-01T05:34:39.628-07:007- Little Lover<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11px;">Saw you in the front row<br />Moving to the beat<br />(Just movin' and groovin')<br />Killed me when I saw<br />The wet patch on your seat<br />(Wasn't Coca Cola)<br />Oh baby<br />I hope you liked the show<br />When the band said good night<br />I had to say hello<br />CHORUS:<br />Little lover, I can't get you off my mind (no)<br />Little lover, I've been trying hard to find<br />Someone like you Oh baby<br />You sure looked sweet<br />(Cruisin')<br />A leg either side<br />Of my motorcycle seat<br />(Just oozin')<br />Could have been a nightmare<br />Could have been a dream<br />But on my way home, baby<br />I thought I heard you scream Little lover,<br />I can't get you off my mind<br />Little Lover, I've been trying hard to find<br />someone to give me the things that I need,<br />ow! You had my picture<br />On your bedroom wall<br />(Next to Gary Glitter)<br />I was standing on the stage<br />Playing rock 'n' roll<br />(I was a guitar picker)<br />Never had a record<br />Never had a hit<br />Oh baby<br />You didn't mind a bit<br />CHORUS<br />Baby I know you're a -<br />Little lover.</span>Tottihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800261465288089913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103170643810436860.post-41325423242416666292009-01-31T09:53:00.000-08:002010-05-01T05:25:48.116-07:003- Soul stripperWell, I met her in the garden<br />Underneath that old apple tree<br />Sitting with a handful of flowers<br />Looking as cool as can be<br />We talked away a couple of hours<br />Then she laid her hand on my lap<br />Oh, I thought I got to be dreaming<br />I didn't know I fell in her trap<br /><br />CHORUS:<br />Then she made me say things<br />I didn't want to say<br />Then she made me play games<br />I didn't want to play<br />She was a soul stripper,<br />she took my heart<br />Soul stripper, and tore me apart<br />She started moving nice and easy<br />Slowly getting into my spine<br />Killing off this nice little feeling<br /><br />Ooooh, everyone she could find<br />And when she had me hollow and naked<br />That's when she put me down<br />Pulled out a knife and flashed it before me<br />Stuck it in and turned it around<br /><br />CHORUSTottihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800261465288089913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103170643810436860.post-1406439947873385692009-01-31T09:49:00.000-08:002009-01-31T09:51:06.418-08:002- Stick AroundYou've been smiling lately baby<br />You've been singing in the bath<br />You've been acting like a lady<br />Not a dirty photograph<br />Then tonight you came home early<br />Packed a bag or two<br />It's been worrying me honey<br />Just what you're gonna do<br />Stick around, yeah, stick around<br />Stick around, babe, stick around<br />Well you came on like a hurricane<br />About a month ago<br />Blowing like a stiff breeze<br />Always on the go<br />All the good times that we had<br />All stayed in the past<br />All the good lays that<br />I get Never seem to last<br /><br />Stick around, yeah, stick around<br />Stick around, babe, stick around (Come on baby, sit on this)<br />What have I been doing lately<br />To make you wanna go<br />I take you out dancing<br />Honey we can go out to a show<br />Spend a night romancing<br />Nights out on the town<br />Listen to me baby<br />You'll be glad you stopped around<br /><br />Stick around, yeah, stick around<br />Stick around, babe, stick around.Tottihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800261465288089913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103170643810436860.post-38439291248770754162009-01-31T09:43:00.000-08:002009-01-31T09:47:07.288-08:001- Baby please don't go<div align="left">Baby please don't go </div><div align="left">Baby please don't go </div><div align="left">Baby please don't go down to New Orleans </div><div align="left">You know I love you so </div><div align="left">Baby please don't go </div><div align="left">When the man done gone </div><div align="left">When the man done gone </div><div align="left">When the man done gone down the county farm </div><div align="left">He got the shackles on </div><div align="left">Baby please don't go </div><div align="left">Don't leave me I'll be a dog</div><div align="left">I'll be a dog </div><div align="left">I'll be a dog kiss your way down here </div><div align="left">When you walk along </div><div align="left">Baby please don't go </div><div align="left">Why must you leave me </div><div align="left">Lying on my back </div><div align="left">Going across the other side of the track </div><div align="left">Found yourself a new man I know </div><div align="left">So baby please don't go </div><div align="left">Baby please don't go </div><div align="left">Oh please, please don't leave me </div><div align="left">I don't want to be left alone baby </div><div align="left">Oh don't go, don't go, don't go. </div><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote>Tottihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800261465288089913noreply@blogger.com0