Почему-то меня преследуют песни с названием "Tell Me a Lie". В том смысле, что я уже второй раз подряд краду из них название для фика)) Первая была песня Келли Кларксон, откуда я взяла название для фика про Левика - "Tell Me I'm a Screwed-Up Mess". Песня к фику вообще не имеет отношения, но название в тему))
lyricsCan't ever get it right
No matter how hard I try
And i've tried
I put up a good fight
But your words cut like knives
And im tired
As you break my heart again this time
Tell me I'm a screwed up mess
That I never listen listen
Tell me you don't want my kiss
That you're needing distance distance
Tell me everything but don't you say she's what you're missing baby
If she's the reason your leaving me here tonight
Spare me what you think and tell me
Tell me a lie.
You're the charming type
That little tweinke in your eye
Gets me every time
And well there must have been a time
I was a reason for that smile
So keep in mind
As you take whats left of you and I
Tell me I'm a screwed up mess
That I never listen listen
Tell me you don't want my kiss
That you're needing distance distance
Tell me everything but don't you say she's what you're missing baby
If she's the reason your leaving me here tonight
Spare me what you think and tell me
Tell me a lie.
Tell me I'm a screwed up mess
That I never listen listen
Tell me you don't want my kiss
That you're needing distance distance
Tell me everything but don't you say she's what you're missing baby
If she's the reason your leaving me here tonight
Spare me what you think and tell me
Tell me a lie.Вторая - группы The Fratellis. Там есть классная строчка: "He's a liar, and a good one at that". Сначала это должен быть фик про Сэма и Левика, но поскольку Левик развалился на много разных левиков, я подумываю о том, чтобы сделать фик про Люцифера. Потому что он жжет. А вообще песня даже несколько в тему, особенно начало)))
lyricsWell once I was persuaded to open up my head
I told them how it was and went and got it wrong instead
I said would you believe me if you only knew
I'd been stealing everything, this conversations through
And the boy cried hang him at three
I saw him on the front page laughing at me
He worked in a fairground in a tall hat
He's a liar he's a liar and a good one at that
Say what you want to say what you will
Write your number on my telephone bill
Walk like a monkey, kick like a mule
I could be your beggar but I'd rather be just as cruel
So I told them all I could about what could they expect
but I lost my sense of smell and I gained my self respect
They told me I was curious I told them they were slow
They asked me were I get this stuff I told them I don't know
And the boy cried whoopi de dee
There's a woman with a mustache who wont let me be
Though she was born on a Monday she's a hundred and four
She's a liar she's a liar and a little bit more
Say what you want to say what you will
Write your number on my telephone bill
walk like a monkey, kick like a mule
I could be your beggar but I'd rather be just as cruel
And the boy cried hang him at three
I saw him on the front page laughing at me
He worked in a fairground in a tall hat
He's a liar, he's a liar and a good one at that
Say what you want to say what you will
Write your number on my telephone bill
Walk like a monkey, kick like a mule
I could be your beggar but I'd rather be just as cruelКак-то это все подозрительно))) А вообще куда все делись? Опять у всех есть жизнь, кроме меня, да? Сегодня меня бойкотируют даже сайты с фиками - они ломаются))) Я уж молчу про людей.