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I became a connoisseur of that nasty thud a manuscript makes when it comes through the letter box.

quote by James Herriot
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Nasty Habits

Heres something to think about
Where would we be without nasty habits, nasty habits
Makes me want to scream and shout
Life would be so dull without nasty habits, nasty habits
All those naughty little things that we dont discuss publicly
Nasty habits, nasty habits
Tell me your secrets, tell me your name, tell me your secrets
Does it please you to employ little girls or little boys
Nasty habits, nasty habits
Do you like to romp and play by yourself when theyre away
Nasty affair what do I care
Do you peek at magazines filled with doggies and leather queens
Nasty habits, nasty habits
Tell me your secrets that no one should hear
Whisper them softly into my ear I wont tell, I wont tell
People act so proper when theyre going bout their business
Cup of coffee, lfriendly conversation
til they get home,
til they get home
Turn the phone off, lock the door and shut the curtains
Make sure that the neighbors are without suspicion
No one will know
No one will know
Nasty habits I must condone
No one knows what I do when Im all alone
Nasty habits Im so ashamed
Nasty habits here to stay now theyll never go away
Try and stop youll have to pay
Nasty habits are here to stay
(repeat chorus)
Nasty habits I must condone
No one knows what I do when Im all alone
Nasty habits Im so ashamed
But we must not let that stop our little game
Nasty habits are so much fun
Nasty habits here to stay now theyll never go away
Try and stop youll have to pay
Nasty habits are here to stay

song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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October Leaves

My arms are very chilly out in October
My knees are very filthy out in the mud
when I walk inside I here thud, thud, thud,
out in October

poem by SeQuoia Brown
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Nasty Girl

Thats right, pleased to meet u
I still [dont wanna/wont] tell u my name
Dont u believe in mystery?
Dont u wanna play my game?
Im lookin for a man to love me
Like I never been loved before
Im lookin for a man thatll do it anywhere
Even on [the/a] limousinse floor
Cuz
Tonight, Im living in a fantasy.
My own little nasty world
Tonight, dont u wanna come with me?
Do u think Im a nasty girl?
Tonight, living in a fantasy
My own little nasty world
Tonight, dont u wanna come with me?
Do u think Im a nasty girl?
I guess Im just used to sailors
I think they got water on the brain
I think they got more water upstairs
Than they got sugar on [the/a] candy cane
Thats right, its been a long time
Since I had a man [who/that] did it real good
If u aint scared, take it out
Ill do it like a real live nasty girl should
Tonight, Im living in a fantasy
My own little nasty world
Tonight, dont u wanna come with me?
Do u think Im a nasty girl?
Tonight, Im living in a fantasy
My own little nasty world
Tonight, dont u wanna come with me?
Do u think Im a nasty girl?
Tonight, Im living in a fantasy
My own little nasty world
Tonight, dont u wanna come with me?
Do u think Im a nasty girl?
Tonight, Im living in a fantasy
My own little nasty world
Tonight, dont u wanna come with me?
Do u think Im a nasty girl?
Please, please
Please, please
Nasty girl (nasty girl)
Do u think Im a nasty girl?
Nasty girl (nasty girl)
Do u think Im a nasty girl?
Nasty girl (nasty girl)
Do u think Im a nasty girl?
Nasty girl (nasty girl)
Do u think Im a nasty girl?
(do u think Im a nasty girl)
(nasty girl)
Nasty girl (nasty girl)
Do u think Im a nasty girl?
[..]
I dont like this groove
Try and give me something I can croon to
Catch my drift?
Thatll work
Thats right, I cant control it
I need seven inches or more
Tonight I can no longer hold it
Get it up
Get it up
I cant wait anymore
Uh, its time to jam
Dance nasty girls, dance
(everybody)
Uh, its time to jam
Nasty girls, dance, dance, dance
(everybody)
Uh, its time to jam
Nasty girls, dance, dance, dance
Uh, its time to jam
Nasty girls, dance, dance, dance
Uh, its time to jam
Nasty girls, dance, dance, dance
Uh, its time to jam
Nasty girls, dance, dance, dance
Uh, its time to jam
Come
Nasty girls, dance, dance, dance
Are u going to come?
Uh, its time to jam
Are u going to come?
Are u going to come?
Nasty girls, dance, dance, dance
Uh
Is that it?
Wake me when your done
I guess ull be the only one having fun

song performed by by Prince
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Bad Boy

C'mon!
Yeah!
I thought that I was indestructible
But how could I imagine this
I never gave a second thought
Was only hit or miss
While you feed me and it feel so good
Does that mean that wrong is right?
Guess I got the warning
It happened overnight
Honey, it's only nasty
When it's nasty
And you know that it hurts
When it's right
I'm a bad boy
I'm a bad boy
They call me nasty
They call me bad
'Cause I'm a bad boy
I'm a bad boy
There are the good ways
To be a bad, bad boy
I'm a bad, bad boy
I'm a bad, bad boy
I'm a bad, bad boy
Well my behaviour has been in question
Since the day that I was born
I get on my knees to love and to please
Now you've been warned, yeah
Pay the price if you don't ignite
Now they're trying to pick and choose
You may be the most and know the cost
Yes, come to you
Oh your eyes are on me now
My defence must be bad somehow
Bad boy
I'm a bad boy
Call me nasty
They call me bad
But I'm a bad boy
I'm a bad boy
There are the good ways
To be a bad, bad boy
I'm a bad, bad boy
Show me
And it's only nasty
When it's nasty
And you know that it hurts
When it's right, right, right, right, right
I'm a bad boy
I'm a bad boy
I found all the good ways
Oh show me
Bad boy
I'm a bad boy
I found all the good ways
To be a bad
'Cause I'm a bad boy
I'm a bad boy
Please call me nasty
Please call me bad
'Cause I'm a bad boy
I'm a bad boy
I found all the go

song performed by by Quiet Riot
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Cheap An Nasty

(coverdale/vandenberg)
Come on baby...
I get so confused,
But, my heart knows youre one of a kind
Leather an lace, an angels face,
Riding on a one track mind
Youre fully loaded with cruise control,
My four wheels rock with your back seat roll
Youre cheap an nasty,
All you wanna do is give it up, give it up
Cheap an nasty,
Come on an do the dirty with me
I get so excited, babe, when Im invited
To ride in your limousine,
You drive it every day, burn it every night,
I wonder how you keep it so clean
Smooth accelerator, you get me so loose,
You keep your motor running till I run out of juice
Youre cheap an nasty,
All you wanna do is give it up, give it up
Cheap an nasty,
Come on an do the dirty with me
Cheap an nasty
I never knew it could be this way
An I never thought Id ever complain,
But, gimme a second just to catch my breath
Babe, before you do it again
All the boys call your name
Down the wishing well,
Baby, when you go
Youre like a cat out of hell
Youre cheap an nasty,
All you wanna do is give it up, give it up
Cheap an nasty,
All you wanna do is give it up, give it up
Cheap an nasty,
All you wanna do is give it up, give it up
Cheap an nasty,
Come on an do the dirty with me
Come on an do the dirty,
Come on an do the dirty,
Come on an do the dirty with me
Come on an do the dirty with me...

song performed by by Whitesnake
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The CIA And The Smoking Gun

many cities places regions
in the world have
become a smoking gun why?

the CIA plays international monopoly
with world politics foreign governments

but they were nasty people
they had to pay
nasty is the way
they were tortured while...

CIA agents watched
nasty is the company you keep...

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Love Letter

Mmm,
Ohhh, yea...
From the day I saw you with your friends
Ive been thinkin bout you ever since
Wonderin how can I get close to you
I really have to have you for my boo
So I pick up my pencil
And paper
To write the words Id like to say to you
I will always hold you inside my heart
Ill be waitin
For your replie
Chorus:
Im sendin a love letter to ya baby
The way I feel when your around it makes me wonder when Im down
Im sendin my heart out to ya baby
To let you know Im feelin you so
Im sendin a love letter to you baby
The way I feel when your around it makes me wonder when Im down
Im sendin my heart out to you baby
To let you know that Im feelin you so
I really like the kind of gear you wear
I even like the way you style your hair
Girl its just the little things you do
I like your flow
I like the way you move
So send me your picture
So I can see
Your face again
I really need to get with you
Can we make it happen
Baby...
Chrous:
Im sendin a love letter to ya baby
The way I feel when your around it makes me wonder when Im down
Im sendin my heart out to ya baby
To let you know Im feelin you so
Im sendin a love letter to you baby
The way I feel when your around it makes me wonder when Im down
Im sendin my heart out to you baby
To let you know that Im feelin you so
Ill be sittin here waitin for you to get home
Hit me up on my pager girl
Ill call you on your phone
And if you think you wanna be down
Baby we can do this
We can get it on
(repeat)
Chorus repeat till end

song performed by by Imajin
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A Love Letter

A love letter from me,
To you;
To say something important.

A love letter from me,
To tell a love story,
About you and me.

A love letter about friendship,
To strengthen our relationship,
And express our special feelship.

A love letter about love,
Love of life partnership,
Love of life friendship.

A love letter from you,
To say that;
You always miss me.

A love letter from you,
To tell that;
You always think of me.

A love letter written
For You, my love,
On this day.

A love letter written,
Sealed With kisses, and
Hug and Smile.

A love letter sends
By hand and
with much Heartfelt.

A love letter to
Say “I love You”;
Say “ I Miss you”;
Say “I think of you”.

A Love letter seals,
With a lot of love, and
Heartfelt.

A love letter written,
About love poem written,
In Remembrance of our sweet memory.

© Lawrence Hiung, January 2012.

poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Long Journey Ahead

Blinking at the bright light, I thought
“I’m all set for a long trip! I must!
Through many unfamiliar routs”

“I might have done it before! But
I lost my past at my last horizon
Which I left by accepting a covenant
Of oblivion, before reaching this zone”

Ending my musings, I gazed forward
To find two pairs of cool eyes looking into mine
From two masked persons with Steel blades
Bleeding in their hands! What a bad reception? !
Shocked, I remained in timid quietude

Then came an unexpected knock on my back
Someone has started hitting me, first with some heed
Then started speeding up, with sounds like
Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud, thud
I wanted to say, “Hey! Stop it! You freak!
My mumbled lips produced no sound

The hitting continued; with brisk strokes
This time on my belly as well
I felt vulnerable and weak
I wanted to weep; get out of this hell
I tried once again; this time with a crack
With full force I expelled, a shrilling yell

Now the hitting’ as slowed down to a somewhat
Systematic patting; to a more measured rhythm
Heartened; I shrieked again; with full throat
Louder and louder, hysterical, up to the acme
The hitting did cease, all abrupt

After a minute of silence I heard
My captors shouting with delight
“The baby has cried! The baby has cried! !

poem by Sathya Narayana
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Mean Girl

Im in love with mean girl
Im in love
Bum luck will you ever know
Im not in love with you
A nice girl flown around in pretty girl limbo
Im not in love with you
Not a mean bone in her body I said
Im not in love with you
I love her like a bullet to the back of the head
Im not in love with you
Im in love with mean girl
Im in love with you
Im in love with
Im in love with mean girl
Im in love with you
Im in love
Lookin' like a school girl dressed to kill
Im not in love with you
A pretty girl dress would make a mean girl ill
Im not in love with you
Like Jon Bonham locked to a doctor beat
Im not in love with you
I need a mean girl to knock me off my feet
Im not in love with you
Im in love with mean girl
Im in love with you
Im in love with
Im in love with mean girl
Im in love with you
Im in love
I just want mean girl to be nasty and fine
You just want mean girl to be nasty and mine
So what you say
I just want mean girl to be nasty and fine
You just want mean girl to be nasty and mine
1 2 3 4
I just want mean girl to be nasty and fine
You just want mean girl to be nasty and mine
Im in love with mean girl
Im in love with you
Im in love with
Im in love with mean girl
Im in love with you
Im in love
Im in love with mean girl
Im in love with you
Im in love with
Im in love with mean girl
Im in love with you
Im in love

song performed by by Unwritten Law
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Letter body

Everything is there in th letter
And the letter has no letter.
Your body is a letter
You have to read and float
And go further and further.

Are you feeling comfortable?
Have you ever enjoyed your sleep?
You are not at rest
And not seen your body yet
The most valuable gift given to you.

You have not kept the body
In good condition
And the body is taking your care
Read the body read the letter of the body
And go with the body to understand the letter
And make yourself ready to get the nector.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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When the Thud of Sounds Cross Through the Night Hours

When the thud of sounds cross through the night hours
keeping you awake when you close your eyes
until the sun touches the horizon,
violating your home, wanting to drive you from your house

and if you want to correct that people,
they may want to cause more amok,
when the thud of sounds cross through the night hours
keeping you awake when you close your eyes,

they may hit you with knuckle-dusters
or they may take revenge later
and in an incident all your ribs may be broken,
or they may shoot you quite by accident,
when the thud of sounds cross through the night hours.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Sadly Time Teaches

take the best
leave the rest
enjoy time
enjoy time with friends
enjoy the fellowship
with real people
with kind hearts

the nasty?
forget the nasty
why nasty?
perhaps jealous
perhaps cruel ill
or just outright bad eggs
enjoying nasty games

sadly time teaches
we can only help
sincere souls
crying out for help
fakes sow forgeries
love stabbing innocent backs
love chewing on innocent souls

poem by Terence George Craddock
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I can be pretty nasty. Not 'mean' nasty, but nasty by your parents' standards. But not by my parents' standards, because my parents were nasty for their day.

quote by Bridget Fonda
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Pity You

Pity you
Youre telling me youve got a problem
A nervous sort of contraction
A mindless kind of reaction
You never get no satisfaction
Heres to you
I know you really got a problem
A nasty kind of reflection
A dangerous sort of destruction
That makes it difficult
Makes it hard to reach
Takes it all away
From what you had in mind
Yeah yeah yeah
A nervous kind of distraction
A nasty sort of contraction
But theres some big fat point
That you seem to be missing
And its driving you to destruction
But it doesnt seem
To stop you in the least
Or halt this obsession got you
Going on back
Week after week
Day after day
Hour after hour
From where you came
For more of the same

song performed by by Devo
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Nasty Ghetto

I was looking for love
In all the right places
He was flirting with me
And Lord I had to flirt back
And I fell in love
Right there on the dance floor, yeah
But baby don't you know that I know that you like it like that
He got caught in a nasty ghetto
He got caught in a nasty ghetto
He turned my frown right upside down yeah
He was looking so fine I had to say 'baby get in line' yeah
The beat was jumping and his hands were moving along me yeah
But baby don't you know that I know you ain't got it like that
He got caught in a nasty ghetto
He got caught in a nasty ghetto
He got caught in a nasty ghetto
He got caught in a nasty ghetto
Come on pretty baby can't you hear what I say
You gotta like it like that, liking my way
Come on pretty baby can't you hear what I say
You gotta like it like that, liking my way
I was searching for love, ooh
In all the right places
He was staring at me
I found myself staring right back yeah
And I fell in love
Right there on the dance floor, yeah
But baby don't you know that I know that you like it like that
But baby don't you know that I know that you like it like that
(That you like it like that, that, that, that...)
He got caught in a nasty ghetto
He got caught in a nasty ghetto
He got caught in a nasty ghetto
But baby don't you know that I know that you like it like that
But baby don't you know that I know that you like it like that
But baby don't you know that I know that you like it like that

song performed by by Sugababes
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Sensitive Burglar

Selecting in the dining-room
The silver of his choice,
The burglar heard from chamber gloom
A female voice.
As cold and bitter as a toad,
She spat a nasty name,
So even as his swag he stowed
He blushed for shame.

'You dirty dog!' he heard her say,
'I sniff your whisky stench.
I bet you've gambled half your pay,
Or blown it on a wench.
Begone from here, you rakehell boor!
You shame the human race.
What wife would pillow-share with your
Disgusting face!'

A tear the tender burglar shed,
Then indignation rose,
And swiftly striding to her bed
He said: 'I'm none of those.
I am a connoisseur in crime
And felonies I plan . . .
But otherwise, believe me I'm
A GENTLEMAN.'

poem by Robert William Service
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Dear John Letter

Im writing you a dear john letter
I tried to stay but it never got better
I couldnt tell you face to face but i,
I had to let you know
Sometimes I wanna hit the door
Im writing you a dear john letter
Im writing this letter
Because it makes me feel better

song performed by by Whitney Houston
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With Or Without Mentioned Or Hidden Intentions

God already knows who's nasty.
God already knows,
Regardless of the 'I do's or didn'ts.

People rather not mix religion and politics.
Or have discussions about sex...
Especially if it's on Sunday.
That's when a lot of people go to church,
To mingle with others to confess...
What is dumped from their dirty minds.

God already knows who's nasty.
God already knows,
Regardless of the 'I do's or didn'ts.
Regardless of who's sins,
Broke man's rules and created laws.
Regardless who has blemishes,
Or hidden unadmitted flaws.
God knows it all...
If in God one claims their faith stays,
To believe.

God already knows who's nasty.
God already knows,
Regardless of the 'I do's or didn'ts.
Why is it so many people pretend they don't?
When God already knows,
What creations of His...
Are or are not pure!
And nobody has that right,
To interpret who's side God is on...
As if God has not already decided,
Who's hiding what it is they do out of God's sight.

God already knows who's nasty.
God already knows,
Regardless of the 'I do's or didn'ts.
With or without mentioned or hidden intentions,
Dumped from the dirtiest of minds of those who sin...
Or pretend they are better than those who openly do.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Repression of War Experience

Now light the candles; one; two; there’s a moth;
What silly beggars they are to blunder in
And scorch their wings with glory, liquid flame—
No, no, not that,—it’s bad to think of war,
When thoughts you’ve gagged all day come back to scare you;
And it’s been proved that soldiers don’t go mad
Unless they lose control of ugly thoughts
That drive them out to jabber among the trees.

Now light your pipe; look, what a steady hand.
Draw a deep breath; stop thinking; count fifteen,
And you’re as right as rain...
Why won’t it rain?...
I wish there’d be a thunder-storm to-night,
With bucketsful of water to sluice the dark,
And make the roses hang their dripping heads.
Books; what a jolly company they are,
Standing so quiet and patient on their shelves,
Dressed in dim brown, and black, and white, and green,
And every kind of colour. Which will you read?
Come on; O do read something; they’re so wise.
I tell you all the wisdom of the world
Is waiting for you on those shelves; and yet
You sit and gnaw your nails, and let your pipe out,
And listen to the silence: on the ceiling
There’s one big, dizzy moth that bumps and flutters;
And in the breathless air outside the house
The garden waits for something that delays.
There must be crowds of ghosts among the trees,—
Not people killed in battle,—they’re in France,—
But horrible shapes in shrouds—old men who died
Slow, natural deaths,—old men with ugly souls,
Who wore their bodies out with nasty sins.

. . . .
You’re quiet and peaceful, summering safe at home;
You’d never think there was a bloody war on!...
O yes, you would ... why, you can hear the guns.
Hark! Thud, thud, thud,—quite soft ... they never cease—
Those whispering guns—O Christ, I want to go out
And screech at them to stop—I’m going crazy;
I’m going stark, staring mad because of the guns.

poem by Siegfried Sassoon
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