Barby Strysand is back. She is in charge again and telling everyne what to do and where to go.
Thank you Barby for being you and showing us all the vast possibilities of life, thank you.


You don't bring me flowers, SO F*** YOU
You don't sing me love songs, GO TO H***
You hardly talk to me anymore
When you come through the door
At the end of the day, F*** YOU
I remember when
You couldn't wait to love me
Used to hate to leave me
Now after lovin' me late at night
When it's good for you
And you're feeling alright
Well you just roll over
And you turn out the light GOOO TOOO H***
And you don't bring me flowers anymore F*** YOU
It used to be so natural
To talk about forever
But 'used to be's' don't count anymore
They just lay on the floor
'Til we sweep them away
And baby, I remember
All the things you taught me
I learned how to laugh
And I learned how to cry
Well I learned how to love
Even learned how to lie
You'd think I could learn
How to tell you goodbye
'Cause you don't bring me flowers anymore
I WANT YOU TO GO TO H***, YOU MOFO, D*** YOU, HERE'S YOUR MONEY BACK FOR YOUR CONCERT TICKET, NOW GET THE H*** OUT OF MY FACE, YOU ****, ******, *********, ****, ******!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!