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Stephenie Meyer's the queen of all vampires
How does she make this stuff up?
She's got to be some form of genius
With Twilight, she's hit the jackpot

She's our hero
How many times in our lives can we drool over vampires?
She's our hero
'Cause Edward's so hot he can set the house on fire
...Yeah, he's one sexy vampire
Sexy vampire

Stephenie Meyer is not a liar
We know that werewolves are good
We've got a message to all the Jacob-haters:
The Volturi want your blood

She's our hero
How many times in our lives can we drool over vampires?
She's our hero
'Cause Edward's so hot he can set the house on fire
...Yeah, he's one sexy vampire
Sexy vampire


You better stay back
'Cause Stephenie has got our backs
And we want you to know

She's our hero
How many times in our lives can we drool over vampires?
She's our hero
'Cause Edward's so hot he can set the house on fire
...Yeah, he's one sexy vampire
Sexy vampire

forgot to wear my cross tonight... I left my garlic at home...

It's so dumb, but it's so fun; to wander 'round the city alone.

I'm running, fallin' down... Chase me all around this town. And now you got me. What am I to do?
(Oh, Oh, Oh)
Sexy Vampire, I'm fallin' in love so just bite me baby, and drink all my blood.
(Oh Yeah,)
Sexy Vampire, I'm falling in love with you... So just do what you want to do.

Sexy vampire
I'm falling in love
So just bite me baby
And drink all my blood

Oh yeah

Sexy vampire
I'm falling in love with you
'Cause you need my plasma more than I do.

Hey you wanna stop for a drink or two
And maybe for a disco break here
We'll party all night until the sun comes up
You could say I'm raising the stakes.

I'm runnin', fallin' down
Chase me all around this town
And now you've finally got me
What am I to do?

Sexy vampire,
I'm falling in love
So just bite me baby
And drink all my blood

Oh yeah

Sexy vampire
I'm falling in love with you
So do what you want to do

Sexy vampire
I'm falling in love
So just bite me baby
And drink all my blood

Oh yeah

Sexy vampire
I'm falling in love with you
'Cause you need my plasma more than I do...

yah my avi's all purple!

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they�d be happy for a while.

But february made me shiver
With every paper I�d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn�t take one more step.

I can�t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin� whiskey and rye
Singin�, "this�ll be the day that I die.
"this�ll be the day that I die."

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock �n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you�re in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin� in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin� buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.

I started singin�,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin� whiskey and rye
And singin�, "this�ll be the day that I die.
"this�ll be the day that I die."

Now for ten years we�ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin� stone,
But that�s not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean
And a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.

We were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin� whiskey and rye
And singin�, "this�ll be the day that I die.
"this�ll be the day that I die."

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?

We started singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin� whiskey and rye
And singin�, "this�ll be the day that I die.
"this�ll be the day that I die."

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil�s only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan�s spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin� whiskey and rye
And singin�, "this�ll be the day that I die.
"this�ll be the day that I die."

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I�d heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn�t play.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.

And they were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin� whiskey and rye
Singin�, "this�ll be the day that I die.
"this�ll be the day that I die."

They were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin� whiskey and rye
Singin�, "this�ll be the day that I die."