Tirade

A good girl
A sweet, shy girl
all this about drugs and magic
Are you into her?
Are you into that chick?
be into her head
both as sweet
can`t stop thinking
did you leave him thinking
Enough of this.
Girl, this guy is awesome!
Girl, your mom`s calling.
good little girl
have been after the girl
I could never sweet-talk.
I think she`s a sweet girl.
I took a walk to do some thinking
if the song is sweet
If you love the girl, do something about it.
Isn`t she sweet?
I`ll totally die if I don`t score with that sweet
little thing.
I`m still thinking
keep thinking about it
Love`s not so sweet - it hurts like hell.
My girl is so young.
No girl, it`s like us.
Poison couldn`t come from so sweet a place.
Poor girl.
spoiled a good thing
such a sweet girl
such a sweet guy
sweet and innocent
Sweet dreams!
sweet little moment
sweet of you
sweet thoughts
sweet-talk
That`s not what I was thinking.
The sweet will soon be bitter.
they`re into each other
This all at once?
this came from somewhere
this commotion
This could trip me up.
This guy just won`t shut up.
this I could say
this idle peacetime
this is a bad place
this is big-time
This is hell!
This is horrible!
This is just what I want.
This is no accident
This is screwed around!
This is so totally weird.
This is too gross.
This is unearthly.
This is urgent.
This isn`t a joke.
This isn`t going to be pretty.
This isn`t so bad.
This kid`s got it
This love`s got me wiped out.
This might be the final blow.
This must come out in the open.
This perfect man just needs a wife.
this pile of shit
this pisses me off
this scary dude
This stunt may backfire.
This sucks.
This world`s too much.
thought you might like this
to make us into a joke
Touching hands is sweet.
victory is sweet
What a little brat!
what is he thinking?
what sort of guy
Where is that girl?
Who`s the girl with that dude?
worst thing you can call a girl
You go, girl!
You are finished!

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