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-) juvinile races inside the alley, she slams
>herself into a wall and mutters dumb cops , she
>looks around and mostly sees dogs, she shrugs in her
>leather jacket and thinks oh well at least dogs
>dont try to arrest you for , she glares at
>the other humans oh how she d others, she
>pulls out a from her jacket pocket and takes a
>gulp, she tosses the bottle into a trashcan as she
>starts to walk around, she sees a burnt building and
>some gasoline stains again she thinlks looks like
>these dog know how to have fun (- - - call -
>me - anything - but - mellie - lissa - or - any -
>other - ie - nickname - - -) so
>in other words - melissa - just melissa.
>align=left>[and
>trust me when i say i don't like very many
>people].
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the
>passport(-
-)
>color=red>identification(- Melissa
>Gillepsi -)
>color=red>senority(- 17 and a half
>falls. [<-just to be different] -)
>color=red>sex(- o' the butch.
>[female] -)
>color=red>features(- Blonde and Red hued
>tendrils - deep, jade globes - 'piano fingers' -
>flawless complextion - female punk. -)
>color=red>persona(- 'ah don't give a
>crap' -)
>color=red>history(- ah'll save you the
>bore. -) the
>extras(- -)
>color=red>occupation(- Sk8er,
>artist. -)
>color=red>parentals(- Jean Gillepsi &
>Dave Gillepsi -) hair
>colour(- we've been over
>this. -) eye
>colour(- ... we've also been over
>this. -)
>color=red>education(- high
>school -)
>color=red>height(- 5'7" -)
> color=red>relations(- if there was
>anyone here -> she wouldn't be here.
>Period. -)
>color=red>images(- that'll come in good
>time.
> -) Her
>Song(- -)
>color=red>Sk8er Boi
>color=red>(- He was a boy
>
She was a
Can i make it any more obvious
>
He was a punk
She did ballet
What more can
>i say
He wanted her
She'd never tell secretly
>she wanted him as well
But all of her
>friends
Stuck up their nose
They had a problem
>with his baggy clothes
He was a skater boy
>
She said see you later boy
He wasn't good
>enough for her
She had a pretty face
But her
>head was up in space
She needed to come back down
>to earth
5 years from now
She sits at home
>
Feeding the baby she's all alone
She turns on
>tv
Guess who she sees
Skater boy rockin up MTV
>
She calls up her friends
They already know
>
And they've all got
Tickets to see his
>show
She tags along
Stands in the crowd
>
Looks up at the man that she turned down
He
>was a skater boy
She said see you later boy
He
>wasn't good enough for her
Now he's a super star
>
Slamming on his guitar
Does your pretty face
>see what he's worth
He was a skater boy
She
>said see you later boy
He wasn't good enough for
>her
Now he's a super star
Slamming on his
>guitar
Does your pretty face see what he's
>worth?
Sorry but you missed out
Well
>tough luck that boy's mine now
We are more than
>just good friends
This is how the story ends
>
Too bad that you couldn't see,
See the man
>that boy could be
There is more that meets the eye
>
I see the soul that is inside
He's just a
>boy
And Im just a
Can I make it any more
>obvious
We are in love
Haven't you
>heard
How we rock eachothers world
I'm with
>the skater boy
I said see you later boy
I'll
>be back stage after the show
I'll be at the studio
>
Singing the song we wrote
About a you
>used to know
I'm with the skater boy
I said
>see you later boy
I'll be back stage after the
>show
I'll be at the studio
Singing the song we
>wrote
About a you used to know
>align=right>-Avril Lavinge.
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