I often buy myself presents. Sometimes I will spend $100,000 in one day in a posh boutique.
quote by Celine Dion
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The Dead Girls Of London [w/frank Zappa]
Do you see what they are
Do you hear what they say
People it is sad but true
They're dressed really stupid
But they think they're o.k.
And they got no use for you
The dead girls of london
Why do they act that way?
Maybe it's the water, mama
Maybe it's the tea
Maybe it's the way they was raised
Maybe it's the stuff what they read in the papers
Keeps them lookin' sorta half in a daze
Well the dead girls of london
Why do they act that way?
We're the dead girls of london
We thinks we are fine
We ain't hittin' on nothin'
But the boutique frame of mind
You see 'em dancing at the disco every night
Like a bunch of little robot queens
Making little noises full of fake delight
But they're really just so full of beans
The dead girls of london
Why do they act that way?
We're the dead girls of london
We thinks we are fine
We ain't hittin' on nothin'
But the boutique frame of mind
Boutique frame of mind
Gee i like your pants
Boutique frame of mind
Gee i like your pants
Boutique frame of mind
Gee i like your pants
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Dead Girls Of London (feat. Frank Zappa)
Do you see what they are
Do you hear what they say
People it is sad but true
They're dressed really stupid
But they think they're O.K.
And they got no use for you
The dead girls of London
Why do they act that way?
Maybe it's the water, mama
Maybe it's the tea
Maybe it's the way they was raised
Maybe it's the stuff what they read in the papers
Keeps them lookin' sorta half in a daze
Well the dead girls of London
Why do they act that way?
We're the dead girls of London
We thinks we are fine
We ain't hittin' on nothin'
But the boutique frame of mind
You see 'em dancing at the disco every night
Like a bunch of little robot queens
Making little noises full of fake delight
But they're really just so full of beans
The dead girls of London
Why do they act that way?
We're the dead girls of London
We thinks we are fine
We ain't hittin' on nothin'
But the boutique frame of mind
Boutique frame of mind
Gee I like your pants
Boutique frame of mind
Gee I like your pants
Boutique frame of mind
Gee I like your pants
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Christmas Gifts
Ten Christmas presents standing in a line;
Robert took the bicycle, then there were nine.
Nine Christmas presents ranged in order straight;
Bob took the steam engine, then there were eight.
Eight Christmas presents--and one came from Devon;
Robbie took the jackknife, then there were seven.
Seven Christmas presents direct from St. Nick's;
Bobby took the candy box, then there were six.
Six Christmas presents, one of them alive;
Rob took the puppy dog, then there were five.
Five Christmas presents yet on the floor;
Bobbin took the soldier cap, then there were four.
Four Christmas presents underneath the tree;
Bobbet took the writing desk, then there were three.
Three Christmas presents still in full view;
Robin took the checker board, then there were two.
Two Christmas presents, promising fun,
Bobbles took the picture book, then there was one.
One Christmas present--and now the list is done;
Bobbinet took the sled, and then there were none.
And the same happy child received every toy,
So many nicknames had one little boy.
poem by Carolyn Wells
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Presence or Presents?
The dawn of the day
Wore the birthday—
Colourful festoons_
Beautiful balloons—
Relishable Cakes—
Loving hand-shakes—
Jubilancy with buoyant festivity!
Presents! Oh! Presents!
Varieties of them!
From cute bottles of scents
To many valuable jems-
From useful articles
To futile particles!
'Oh! Why bother with presents?
Happy so - with your presence! '
'Why this? '
'Why that? '
Music over—silence pours;
All disperse.
Examining presents—
'Oh! only this?
I gave that! '
Oh! That!
I gave this! '
Presence or presents?
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Presents To Send You
By: jimmy buffett
1974
Well now Im in love with a fast-movin angel
Dresses like the city girls do
When were apart theres no ache in my heart
When were together were a hell of a crew
Chorus:
And I got presents to send you
Even got money to lend you
But honey I can never ever pretend
Youre not there on my mind
There sits a fifth of tequila
God I swore Id never drink it again
But my last little bout I had my hair pulled out
By a man who really wasnt my friend
And I know Ill never see him again
Chorus:
Yeah but I got presents to send you
Ive even got money to lend you
But honey I can never ever pretend
Youre not there on my mind
Yeah, I thought I might sail down to bridgetown
Spend some time in the barbados sun
But my plans took a skid when I smoked a whole lid
Wound up where Id begun
Chorus:
Yes and I got presents to send you
Ive even got money to lend you
But honey I can never ever pretend
Youre not there on my mind
(instrumental)
Chorus:
Yes and I got presents to send you
Ive even got money to lend you
But honey I can never ever pretend
Youre not there on my mind
Coda:
Youre not there on my mind.....
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Mother Silent
Those days are over now
you and your mother
sitting in the garden
she with her posh lady hat
and you in your cap
to keep the sun
from your balding head
she maybe muttering
but mostly still
and quiet and looking
as best she could
at the birds coming and going
as they picked up bread
now she is still
and silent once more
quietly dead
and you sit no more
in the garden
in your cap
and she
in her posh lady hat
with the sun
on your head
she is silent now
forever gently
peacefully dead.
poem by Terry Collett
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Christmas Island
(lyle moraine)
Lets get away from sleigh bells
Lets get away from snow
Lets make or break some christmas ? dear
I know the place to go
Howd you like to spend chrismas on christmas island?
Howd you like to spend the holiday away across the sea?
Howd you like to spend christmas on christmas island?
Howd you like to hang a stocking on a great big coconut tree?
Chorus:
Howd you like to stay up late like the islanders do?
Wait for santa to sail in with your presents in a canoe
If you ever spend christmas on christmas island
You will never stray for everyday your christmas dreams come true
Bridge
Chorus:
On christmas island your dreams come true
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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The Races
I've won a day at the races
For me and my friend Doreen Maguire
Posh frocks and new hats
That's what we require.
So off we go shopping
Hair and nails done on the way
Well we girls want to look our best
For the big race day.
Now Doreen's buxom and curvy
Me I'm thin as a latt
Or you could say slim and slender
And Doreen's just fat.
We went in loads of shops
Nothing seemed to fit the bill
Everything was kind of frumpish
And we're definitly not over the hill.
Then we came accross this shop
In a side street in the town
It's called Reds Closet Boutique
And we both came out with a gown.
We got fascinators to match
Shoes, accessories and bags too
Doreen got something in pink
I got something in blue.
It was the day of the races
We were up with the lark
Had our lunch at Tom and Jerry's
Then off to Haydock Park.
The horses are under starters orders
And I'd backed the grey
Well it came home last
It was winning all the way.
Now we came to the last race
And we're digging deep in our pocket
Doreen said put it on this
It's called Super Rocket.
Well it romped home at 50/1
This horse called Super Rocket
And me and Doreen Maguire
Went home with brass in our pocket.
poem by Hazel Connelly
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Illegal immigration presents a huge problem. That is why I decided to spend a week along the southern border to see firsthand how bad the problem is and, more importantly, what Congress can do to fix it.
quote by Ric Keller
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Rock Me, Roll Me
Have you ever been in love before
With a beautiful woman?
Does she have insecurities?
And have you ever been in love before
With a needy woman?
Is she too controlling?
She only wants you to
Rock me (she only wants you to)
Roll me (she only needs you to)
Spend a little more time
Spend a little more time
Rock me (she only wants you to)
Roll me (she only needs you to)
Spend a little more time
Spend a little more time with me
I need ya babe
I need ya babe
Have you ever been in love before with a cheatin woman?
Is she always lying?
Now, you ever been in love before with a crazy woman?
Does she make you crazy?
She only wants you to
Rock me (she only wants you to)
Roll me (she only needs you to)
Spend a little more time
Spend a little more time
Rock me (she only wants you to)
Roll me (she only needs you to)
Spend a little more time
Spend a little more time with me
Thats all I wanrt you to do with me, baby
Love me
Spend a little more time
Spend a little more time
Oh yeah, yeah
Spend a little more time
Spend a little more time
And I only wanna know
I only want to know your loves for real
Be your only girl in this whole wide world, yeah
All of these things are just a part of me
So that you can see what women really need
And I need to be loved
Rock me (she only wants you to)
Roll me (she only needs you to)
Spend a little more time
Spend a little more time
Rock me (she only wants you to)
Roll me (she only needs you to)
Spend a little more time
Spend a little more time with me
song performed by by Toni Braxton
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Lets Spend The Night Together
Well, dont you worry bout whats been on my mind
Im in no hurry I can take my time
Im going red and my tongues getting tired
Out of my head and my mouths getting dry
Im hi-hi-hi-high
Lets spend the night together
Now I need you more than ever
Lets spend the night together now
I feel so strong that I cant disguise, oh my
Well, I just cant apologise, no
Dont hang me up but dont let me down
We could have fun just by fooling around, and around and around and a
Lets spend the night together
Now I need you more than ever
Lets spend the night together now
Oh
You know Im smiling baby
You need some guide baby
Im just deciding baby
Lets spend the night together
Now I need you more than ever
Lets spend the night together now
This doesnt happen to me every day
No excuses Ive got anyway, heh
Ill satisfy your every need
And Ill know youll satisfy me, oh my-my-my my-my
Lets spend the night together
Now I need you more than ever
Lets spend the night together
Now I need you more than ever
Lets spend the night together
Now I need you more than ever
Lets spend the night together
They said we were too young
Our kind of love was no fun
But our love comes from above
Do it!
Lets make love
Hoo
Lets spend the night together
Now I need you more than ever
Lets spend the night together, now
song performed by by David Bowie
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My mother, she had a very good attitude toward money. I'm very grateful for the fact that we had to learn to save. I used to get like 50 pence a week, and I'd save it for like five months. And then I'd spend it on Christmas presents. I'd save up like eight pounds. It's nothing, but we did that.
quote by Gemma Arterton
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Not What I Wanted
How many times have you heard
someone say on Christmas Day
this is not what I wanted.
Ungrateful for what they received,
it did not cost as much as they had expected
always forgetting that each thing
is given with love from the giver.
It does not matter how much it cost or what size it is;
just remember the love that it holds
from the one who gives it.
Never be ungrateful for anything at Christmas time
for there thousands out there
who will not receive anything at all
and some who would be thankful
for some bread upon their table.
When it comes to Christmas Day
always be thankful for whatever you receive
and joyful someone thought of you.
Remember Christmas is a celebration
of God giving us his son Jesus Christ,
not for how many presents we receive
large or small does not matter at all.
Christmas is a celebration
of bestowing love on everyone.
The love we give is in the presents
and should be accepted as such,
not the measure by how much
or how little someone had to spend,
but the love, which is given.
One last word before I go to everyone,
have yourself a safe and merry Christmas
to one and all wherever you may be.
poem by David Harris
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The Posh Tart
The posh Tart.
She, an old fashioned girl, when walking past me
dropped her handkerchief, gallantly I picked it up.
and hand it to her, it was scented and had enticing
aroma of womanhood. Said her price and my face
fell into the street where it was dragged along by
a cleaning car. She didn´t look that way- short skirt
beret and red handbag-. Said she only picked up
gentlemen, I was going home from a literary party
consisting of pork pie, hot air and warm red wine.
I walked into a bar, had a double whisky thought
about what she had said… calling me a gentleman.
From the inside of the bar I saw her dropp her silk
hankie again, like bait, this time she caught a fish
and off they went to make posh love, I marveled
over my everlasting naivety and wondered if she
called him a gentleman too.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Christmas Presents Treasure Hunt
Every year on the first of December
the annual Christmas presents treasure hunt begins.
During the January sales, my wife and I buy
our Christmas presents for the on coming year,
buy them and hide them
and each year we forget where we hid them too.
One year I had a bright idea,
I would draw up a little map,
then my wife decided on a spring clean
moving furniture from one room to another
which rendered my little map rather obsolete.
Hence, the treasure hunt began
and when we had found most of them,
another problem then arose
about who were the presents for.
We drew up a list of everyone
and attached a present to their name,
but nothing is straightforward in our house,
backward maybe.
The list was binned
and we had to start again.
In our search for Christmas presents
something more surprising is what came to light,
a five-year old box of mouldy chocolates
that we had bought for someone
but could not remember who.
Waste not, want not is the key words here,
now who don’t we like
these mouldy old chocolates we will give to them
for their treat this year.
As for all those missing presents that we couldn’t find,
it looks like shopping again
and maybe next year we’ll find the ones we lost
and sit down to figure out someone who we can give them to.
poem by David Harris
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Depictive Passages
Each day...
Presents its own uniqueness.
Each day...
Different from the last.
And with imaginations grasped...
Somewhere, someone sees it fit,
To describe their experiences...
In depictive passages.
Deciding to recite or to write,
As each day lived passes them by.
Each day...
Presents its own uniqueness.
Each day...
Different from the last.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Bandits Of Beverly Hills
The knew the moment their eyes came together
Theyd never need to explain
He was a bandit behind his behavior
She was precisely the same
Laughing and dancing those gay cabralleros
They looked so wild and so free
She likes him a little light on the loafers
But bless his heart, so does he .
Chorus:
And he covers for her and she covers for him
If its wild and they want to they will
But the dangers are real and the chances are slim
And there aint nothing cheap but the thrill
In the badlands of beverly hills.
He had a mustache that made him look macho
And she wore a mole on her cheek
Making the run around rodeo avenue
Dancing boutique to boutique
And the truth is a question with too many answers
And so hard to face on your own
Beauty is only as deep as the skin
Ugly goes clear to the bone.
Chorus:
And he covers for her and she covers for him
If its wild and they want to they will
But the dangers are real and the chances are slim
And there aint nothing cheap but the thrill
In the badlands of beverly hills.
song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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There are three hundred and sixty-four days when you might get un-birthday presents, and only one for birthday presents, you know.
quote by Lewis Carroll
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Words From A Husband To A Wife (Envelope Couplet Sestets)
Spend your time with me until the night end
as we attend a party at the house of a friend
smile and talk to me as if I am someone else
laugh merrily at the jokes our host tells,
while you dance with me where the stairs bend,
spend your time with me until the night end.
Spend your time with me until the night end
smile coyly while a drink I recommend,
treat me like a stranger you have just met
while our eyes are just on each other set,
let your glance shy before mind descend,
spend your time with me until the night end.
Spend your time with me until the night end
even if our friends do not really comprehend
why we are different from our old stances
why we are romancing in all our glances
while like some strangers we together blend,
spend your time with me until the night end.
Spend your time with me until the night end
as if life on a moment do depend
while you act just like a brand new lover,
as if our feelings we did rediscover,
as if we met only on a godsend,
spend your time with me until the night end.
Spend your time with me until the night end,
friendly greet the old smiling reverend
while we proudly walk past to our dinner
as if we are just two love-struck sinners,
while our unfamiliarity we do pretend,
spend your time with me until the night end.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Class Divide
It was an odd situation the town was divided by a river.
The west side was the posh part. I lived there, that is
I worked as a cook at a tourist hotel and had a room in
the basement of the hotel. The east, across the river,
was where my girlfriend lived, a working class area
that only had gritted roads and houses were not painted.
The hotel director’s daughter loved me even though,
she had gone to a boarding school in Swiss, all I had
to do was to take elocution lessons and the world of
paved roads and villas would be mine. But my heart was
in uproar I loved the girl across the river she spoke my
language, salty and direct. So I crossed the Rubicon
an August night when the moon was full, but I had
dallied too long, she didn’t want a boyfriend who spoke posh.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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