It was a woman's bedroom, actually a boudoir, and no man belonged in it except by invitation.
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Imperial Bedroom
Everyone agreed that she looked delightful
Except for her sister, who was hateful and spiteful
Blushing bright red from her head to her feet
But rushing into her bridal suite
The imperial bedroom, the regal boudoir
This casual acquaintance led to an intimate bonsoir
Life turns out like a tv serial
A head full of daydreams, his hands full of material
She says its nothing, hes messing up her hair
And still he looks so neat
Stepping into the bridal suite
The imperial bedroom, the regal boudoir
This casual acquaintance led to an intimate bonsoir
So the best man will do his best again
Now theyre getting dressed again
Blushing bright red from her head to her feet
Sneaking out of the bridal suite
The imperial bedroom, the regal boudoir
This casual acquaintance led to an intimate bonsoir
We know who youre with and where you are
In the imperial bedroom, the regal boudoir
This casual acquaintance led to an intimate bonsoir
Two names under the register
In the imperial bedroom, the regal boudoir
This casual acquaintance led to an intimate bonsoir
Au revoir
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Get Back
(LennonMcCartney)
[Sweet Loretta Fat thought she was a cleaner but she was a frying pan.]
Jojo was a man who thought he was a loner
But he knew it wouldn't last.
Jojo left his home in Tucson, Arizona
For some California grass.
Get back, get back.
Get back to where you once belonged
Get back, get back.
Get back to where you once belonged.
Get back Jojo. Go home
Get back, get back.
Back to where you once belonged
Get back, get back.
Back to where you once belonged.
Get back Jo.
Sweet Loretta Martin thought she was a woman
But she was another man
All the girls around her say she's got it coming
But she gets it while she can
Get back, get back.
Get back to where you once belonged
Get back, get back.
Get back to where you once belonged.
Get back Loretta. Go home
Get back, get back.
Get back to where you once belonged
Get back, get back.
Get back to where you once belonged.
Get back Loretta
Your mother's waiting for you
Wearing her high-heel shoes
And her low-neck sweater
Get on home Loretta
Get back, get back.
Get back to where you once belonged.
[Thanks, Mo! ...on behalf of the group I hope we passed the audition.]
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Her Bum
‘Does my bum look big in this? ’ She glared.
I gulped and stared upon the floor.
I must escape; the bedroom door
Was open. ‘Run! ’ my senses cried.
But I was numb – nerves were fried!
‘Well? ’ She scowled. I sought a subterfuge.
‘It’s absolutely huge! ’ I thought –
But how to tell her that–? A short
And blighted life she’d wreak on me.
And so to Wife, on bended knee
I prayed ‘Oh please release me from this hell! ’
She gave a yell: ‘So is it big? ’
I looked again – a mammoth rig
Was hanging down – but how to say?
An honest man would surely pay!
I stuttered ‘Err... well, yes it’s nice.’
Her voice was ice: ‘But in this? ’
I tried diversion with a kiss.
‘I love you’ also burbled out – but
I was heading for a rout.
I drew a breath. ‘Be a man! ’ I growled
Inside this howling, quaking head.
‘Well actually love, ’ and now I’m dead,
‘It’s colossal – a real whopper... ’
The bedroom shook; I couldn’t stop her.
I daren’t publish anymore…
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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Get Back
JoJo was a man who thought he was a woman, but he knew it couldn't last
JoJo left his home in Tucson, Arizona for some California grass.
Get back, get back, get back to where you once belonged
Get back JoJO, go home, get back, get back Joe
Sweet Loretta Molin thought she was a woman, but she was another man
All the other girls around here said she's got it coming
But she gets it while she can.
Oh, get back, get back, get back to where you once belonged
Get back, get back, get back to where you once belonged
Get back Loretta, go home, get back to where you where you once belonged
Get back, your monny's waiting for you
Wearing her high heeled shoes and her low neck sweater, get back home Loretta
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Get Back
(john lennon, paul mccartney)
[all this and world war ii, various artists, 1976]
Damn this bloody war. periscope up. [spoken by ringo]
Alright, ow
Jo jo was a man who thought he was a loner,
But he knew it wouldnt last.
Jo jo left his home in tucson arizona,
For some california grass.
Get back! get back!
Get back to where you once belonged
Get back! get back!
Get back to where you once belonged.
Get back jo jo
[nstrumental verse]
Get back! get back!
Get back to where you once belonged
You better go on back! get back!
Get back to where you once belonged.
Get back
Yeah
Sweet loretta modern
Thought she was a woman,
But she was another man.
All the girls around her
Said she had it coming
But she gets it while she can.
Get back! get back!
Get back to where you once belonged
Get back! you better get on back
Get back to where you once belonged.
Get back! get back!
Get back to where you once belonged
Get back jo jo
Get back! get back!
Get back to where you once belonged
Ah yeah, ow
Get back, loretta
Youre mamas waitin
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Ow ow
Ow ow ow
Get back
Me and you
Jo jo was a man who thought he was a loner,
But he knew it couldnt last.
Jo jo left his home in tucson arizona,
For some california grass.
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Invitation
I received your invitation;
sorry I will not be there.
After loving you for so long,
it would be too much to bear.
As the invitation slips through my fingers,
I remember how your love slipped away,
so I am sending back you invitation,
the invitation for your wedding day.
I don’t think you will miss me,
as he will be holding you tight.
I will only bring back bad memories
and you wouldn’t want them tonight,
so I am sending back your invitation,
the invitation for your wedding day.
For my dearest darling
it is the only and best way.
(Written in the 1960’s exact date unknown)
poem by David Harris
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Man, The Wicked
What went in the bedroom
Would stay in the bedroom.
No woman would leak it
But would man, the wicked.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Foiled Again
Sitting up once again...In my bedroom
Shaking hand holds ugly head...In my bedroom
Wish I may wish I might...In my bedroom
Have this wish I wish tonight...In my bedroom
[Chorus:]
At night when you turn out the light, think of me, smile and feel all right
And when you lay your head down to sleep, may I be the one who fills your dreams...
Are you lying wide awake?...In your bedroom
Are you trying to fall asleep?...In your bedroom
Cuz your not thinking about me...In your bedroom
If you were you'd wish those thoughts would leave you...In your bedroom
[Chorus:]
At night when you turn out the light, you wonder what it was you thought you liked.
And you ask yourself what did you see, In an idle hollow fool like me
I'm not the one who fills my dreams...
song performed by by Eve 6
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If You Belonged To Me
Waltzing round the room tonight
In someone elses clothes
Youre always coming out of things
Smelling like a rose
You hang your head and your heart is filled with so much misery
Youd be happy as you could be
If you belonged to me
You say lets go to the rodeo
And see some cowboy fall
Sometimes it seems to me youve
Got no sympathy at all
You keep on going on and on about how youre so free
Youd be happy as you could be
If you belonged to me
It aint easy to get to you
But there must be some kind of a way
If only two could look to you
For only one moment of each day
Youre saying that youre all washed up
Got nothing else to give
Seems like you never figured out
How long you have to live
You could feel like a baby again sitting on your daddys knee
Oh how happy you would be
If you belonged to me
The guy your with is a ruthless pimp
Everybody knows
Every cent he takes from you
Goes straight up his nose
You look so sad, youre going so mad, any fool can see
Youd be happy as you could be
If you belonged to me
Youd be happy as you could be
If you belonged to me
song performed by by George Harrison
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Hold On
(clarke)
Standing on a corner
Nothing on my mind
When walked past a woman
She looked my kind
I said a hey there woman
What you got to do
She took one look at me and said baby
Id like to be with you
Hold on
Wait a minute woman
I aint the kind to phase
And I aint that kind of woman, baby
So she says
She led me to a dwellin
Just along the street
The best part of town baby
We gotta be discreet
Hold on (hold on)
Break
Got to the apartment
Number six sixteen
My, what a place it was
Best Ive ever seen
She headed to the bedroom
Came upon the door
Wait a minute, darling
While I slip into something cool
I was getting excited
One thing on mind
When she rushed out of the bedroom
Said youd better hide
She slowed me my movements
He caught me by the door
What was left on me, baby
Was landing on the floor
Hold on
song performed by by Hollies
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I knew I belonged to the public and to the world, not because I was talented or even beautiful, but because I had never belonged to anything or anyone else.
quote by Marilyn Monroe
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Chauvinist
I’d never really comprehended such a mighty range of
Shapes and sizes down behind, it’s really rather strange:
The buttock muscle in a woman, overlaid with fat
Is actually such a focal point for men to want to pat
Or squeeze, and then to tease her if it’s eminently stout,
Or even risk a stay in clink to sting it with a clout!
After all, we men are tuned to be that way inclined –
And tho’ our needs are varied, girls, they’re all perverse of mind!
Best of all, our sacred dream: to see her shed her gown
When gliding to the shower for the ritual sponging down.
But then alas! With body lathered, oops! she drops the soap;
‘Please! ’ we beg her, ‘bend and bare! ’ But we can only hope!
I’m sure by now you get the picture – like a rule of thumb –
That men like me obsess all day about the fairer bum.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
My dreams are of a
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Lost Inspiration
What I had as my soul,
Belonged to someone else,
What I had as my breath,
belonged to someone else,
All that belonged to me was my heart,
All that belongs to me is my heart,
All that'll belong to me is my heart....
What I saw with my eyes,
Was someone else's vision,
What I thought were my thoughts,
Was someone else's decision,
All that belonged to me was my heart,
All that belongs to me is my heart,
All that'll belong to me is my heart....
Someone was taught me life,
In bits and pieces, cut with heart's knife,
Someone else was when my laughter cried,
And my cries smiled,
Someone else is a living dream,
The shining sun in a mountain stream,
Someone else is white,
Mixture of all seven colors,
Someone else is peaceful,
Divine, my heart's lover,
That someone else was my soul,
Someone else was my breath,
Someone else was my eyes,
Someone else was my mind,
Someone else is someone lost,
That someone's presence was my heart's cost,
In that someone's palms,
my 'belonging' lies,
With that someone,
my inspiration dies......
poem by Apurva Jain
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Invitation To The Blues
(roger miller)
Well I couldnt sleep last night
Just walked the floor
Dont know how Ill stand this anymore
Lonely all the time since I lost you
Received your invitation to the blues
I dont know why you cause me such pain
I just hope I just never go through this much again
Thanks for sending something I cant use
Received your invitation to the blues
You took the laughter from this world of mine
And thanks to you the sun will never shine
I walk the floor so much I wore out my shoes
I received your invitation to the blues
I dont know why you cause me such pain
I just hope I just never go through this much again
Well lonely me I dont know what to do
Received your invitation to the blues
I dont know why you cause me such pain
I just hope I never go though this much again
Thanks for sending something I cant use
Received your invitation to the blues
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Her Hidden Treasure
Her flame was only for the women –
Not for us unlucky men;
A weakness lay for feminine way:
To feel an even fairer skin
In silky slide.
Her lips were for the satin love that
Only flows from rising breast;
The creamy tan was not for man
To pull towards a chiselled chest
In weathered hide.
Her hidden treasure down below
Would shy away from macho length
And only rouse upon the blouse
Undone by other sapphic strength –
In time, inside!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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You ARE A Woman :)
You are a woman,
A strong woman,
A grown woman,
One who WON'T give me what I want just cause I want it woman.
He needs you woman,
A loving woman,
Non-trusting woman,
One who knows the difference between right and wrong woman.
I found a woman,
You're one of em,
So many love em,
You just need to see the places you can be woman.
Hear me woman,
Don't fear me woman,
You're near me woman,
We all face strife, gotta change yo life woman.
See me woman,
No fake or frontin,
Can't be me woman,
For I am a man and you need to be a WOMAN!
['Enpowering women since the age of -9 months :) ']
poem by Tamell Bailey
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Now that august is gone
Now that august is gone
And we all know that all augusts come and go
Is this woman? a woman of vertue,
Is this woman? a super woman
Is this woman? a woman of mission and vision
Is this woman? classy and stylish
Is this woman? preffesional or house wife
And the woman of action and motion
A woman of courage and resilence
A woman of liberation and liberty
A woman of passion and compassion
A woman of thoughts and opinions
A woman of empathy and sympathy
A woman of concerns and kindness
.
A woman of confrontation or insecurity
A woman of altracation or tranquility
A woman of ambition or armunition
A woman of redeemtion or detention
A woman of power or affection
Is this woman a woman
I am not questining you, woman!
I was questioning this woman
poem by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya
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But as a woman, I really started feeling vulnerable on the set, and I really felt that it was important that I should not be open for invitation or making myself look as though I was waiting for something.
Valentino of Valentine’s Day
When the fourteenth sun of every February rises
My body explodes my blood boils over,
As I become once again... begin the beguine Valentino,
I quietly tip toe from the bedroom
To climb the ladder for time umpteenth,
To the dusty cobwebbed attic for
There lies my trusty Spanish guitar.
I strut back to the boudoir
With a red tie around my head,
I strum the strings Paso dobla fied and
Tap the casing,
Rat a Tat Tat, Rat a Tat Tat,
Then…Oh my God
I see myself
In the mirror,
A sight for sore eyes,
Naked with a guitar
Placed In the right place.
I look like a shoe without a lace
Valentino needs some vino,
But wait I hear clapping and laughing,
My Valentine is happy, shouting
‘You are the best living card on earth...come,
The best Valentino on the planet Olay”,
Boy oh boy I made our day!
poem by Ken e Hall
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Eminem
I know how to get around to your bedroom and,
I am thinking of the first time that i pulled down your pants;
But it was like once upon the time in the bedroom of lovers.
Experimentally and exploring,
And to undress and to dress in this room;
But it all came naturally as expected,
But try to expand your mind and be free forever my love.
Smile for wisdom while the beauty of love infuses you,
For your name is Eminem in the world so sweet;
And i still do remember your bedroom of love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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