<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734376</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:15:40.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short cut to the madness that is Pramila</title><subtitle type='html'>....wanna get to know me? read on!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettoknowpramila.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734376/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettoknowpramila.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734376.post-108123409570138703</id><published>2004-04-05T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T08:08:28.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BITCH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Meredith Brooks- Written by M. Brooks, S. Peiken)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the world today&lt;br /&gt;You're so good to me, I know&lt;br /&gt;But I can't change &lt;br /&gt;I tried to tell you but&lt;br /&gt;You look at me like maybe&lt;br /&gt;I'm an angel underneath&lt;br /&gt;Innocent and sweet &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I cried,&lt;br /&gt;Must have been relieved&lt;br /&gt;to see the softer side &lt;br /&gt;I can understand why&lt;br /&gt;you are so confused&lt;br /&gt;I don't envy you&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little bit of everything&lt;br /&gt;all rolled into one &lt;br /&gt;I'm a bitch, I'm a lover,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a child, I'm a mother,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sinner, I'm a saint,&lt;br /&gt;I do not feel ashamed, &lt;br /&gt;I'm your hell, I'm your dream,&lt;br /&gt;I'm nothing in between,&lt;br /&gt;You know you wouldn't want it any other way &lt;br /&gt;So take me as I am&lt;br /&gt;this may mean you'll&lt;br /&gt;have to be a stronger man &lt;br /&gt;rest assured that when&lt;br /&gt;I start to get you nervous&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to extremes&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will change&lt;br /&gt;and today won't mean a thing &lt;br /&gt;I'm a bitch, I'm a lover,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a child, I'm a mother,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sinner, I'm a saint,&lt;br /&gt;I do not feel ashamed, &lt;br /&gt;I'm your hell, I'm your dream,&lt;br /&gt;I'm nothing in between,&lt;br /&gt;You know I wouldn't want it any other way &lt;br /&gt;Just when you think&lt;br /&gt;You got me figured out&lt;br /&gt;The seasons already changin' &lt;br /&gt;I think its cool&lt;br /&gt;You do what you do&lt;br /&gt;And don't try to change me &lt;br /&gt;I'm a bitch, I'm a lover,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a child, I'm a mother,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sinner, I'm a saint,&lt;br /&gt;I do not feel ashamed, &lt;br /&gt;I'm your hell, I'm your dream,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm nothing in between, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you wouldn't want it any other way &lt;br /&gt;I'm a bitch, I'm a lover,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a child, I'm a mother,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sinner, I'm a saint,&lt;br /&gt;I do not feel ashamed, &lt;br /&gt;I'm your hell, I'm your dream,&lt;br /&gt;I'm nothing in between,&lt;br /&gt;You know you wouldn't want it any other way &lt;br /&gt;I'm a bitch, I'm a tease,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a goddess, on my knees,&lt;br /&gt;When you hurt, when you suffer,&lt;br /&gt;I'm an angel under cover &lt;br /&gt;I'm a nun I'm revived&lt;br /&gt;Can't say I'm not alive&lt;br /&gt;You know I wouldn't want it any other way &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734376-108123409570138703?l=gettoknowpramila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734376/posts/default/108123409570138703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734376/posts/default/108123409570138703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettoknowpramila.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108123409570138703' title=''/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
