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Cause it takes...
2004-02-10 | 12:59 a.m. The last few days have been such a wild, unpredictable mess of elation and sadness and falling in love and friends and goodbyes and planning and excitement. So I leave you this to marinate on; it always helps me to keep a clear head. Now, the world don’t move to the beat of just one drum, What might be right for you, may not be right for some. A man is born, he’s a man of means. Then along come two, they got nothing but their jeans. But they got, Diff’rent Strokes. It takes, Diff’rent Strokes. It takes, DIFF'RENT STROKES to MOVE the WOOOOOOORLD! (warm it up naw!) Everybody’s got a special kind of story Everybody finds a way to shine, It don’t matter that you got not a lot. So what, They’ll have theirs (!!!), and you’ll have yours (!!!), and I’ll have MINE (OH MINE OH MINE OH BABY) And together we’ll be fine... (JUST FINE JUST FINE AH WORK IT OUT NAW) Because it takes, DIFF'RENT STROKES to move the world. YES IT DOES!!! OH BABY It takes, DIFF'RENT STROKES TO MOOOOOOVE THE WOOOOOOOORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!11 ... Stick it on your fridge and think of me screaming it enthusiastically at the top of my lungs, Chapelle style. Love, -S
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