Disillusions
Their something here. I am looking past the dust in the air. It clouds the judgement of most. I am ready to face my ghost. Disillusions watered down and wrapped in a tiny package with such a pretty bow. I no longer know, what i should. Is it really for the greater good. Give me the ability to see beyond the darken trees. Impossibilities, searching with hesitation, and the forthright knowledge that i might just never find it. Its like being lied too over and over again. Who are your real friends. Who will stand by you even in the wrong. All the others i wish just to be gone. Leave me alone to my own devices. Its a penance i must continue to pay. Enough i say just go away, with the games you tried to play.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Dont Play That Song
Dont play that song
Performed by: mariah carey
Written by: b nelson, a ertegun
Dont play that song for me
cause it brings back memories
Of days that I once knew
Those days that I spent with you
Oh no dont leave me
cause it fills up my heart with pain
So please stop it right away
cause I remember just what he said
He said darling I love you
But I know that he lied
Darling I need you
Know that you lied
Darling I love you
Darling you lied
Lied
You lied to me
Hey mister
Dont play it no more
Dont play it no more
I cant stand it
Dont play it no more
No more, no more, no more
I cant stand it
I remember on our first date
He kissed me and he walked away
I was only seventeen
I never dreamed hed be so mean
He told me darling I love you
But baby baby you lied
Darling I need you
You lied
Darling I love you
Darling you lied
Lied
You lied to me
Oh darling
Darling I love you
You know that you lied
Darling I need you
Baby I know that you lied
Darling I love you
Darling you lied
Lied
You lied to me and hurt me
Darling you lied
Dont play it no more
No baby
Dont play it no more
Dont do it
Dont play it no more
cause I cant stand it no more
song performed by by Mariah Carey
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I Have Friends Who Can No Longer Walk
I have friends who can no longer walk
And a friend who can no longer listen to music
And friends who cannot leave the house
And two friends who will never leave the hospice
And friends no drug can completely take the pain from -
It is not good to see one's friends grow old
And become so much less than they were-
It is not good to see one's friends grow old and suffer
And be unable to help them in any real way
It is not good to be old
And see what happens to the people one knows
And wait for the inevitable to happen to oneself-
It is not good to be unable to help in any real way
The friends one cares for.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Disillusion
Changing, moving, in a circle
I can see your face in all of my dreams
Smiling, laughing, from the shadows
When I hear your voice I know what it means
I know it doesnt matter just how hard I try
Youre all the reason for my life
Disillusion, disillusions all you left for me
How can I forget you when my world is breaking down
Youre all I had, youre all I want
Disillusion, disillusions now, thats all I have
Wishing, hoping, chasing shadows
Did I see your face somewhere in the crowd
Thinking, wondering, what youre doing
I can stop myself from crying out loud
They say my wound will heal and only leave a scar
But then, theyd never shared our love
Disillusion, disillusions all you left for me
How can I forget you when my world is breaking down
Youre all I had, youre all I want
Disillusion, disillusions now, thats all I have
Disillusion, disillusions now, thats all I have
song performed by by ABBA
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Why Friends?
Why Friends?
They say friends should be few but good.
I say friendship is better than brotherhood.
We used to see them too often at school.
They used to make us happy and cool.
We used to play together a lot of times,
And we would sing our childish rhymes.
We would also stand together or fall.
They were the first people to recall.
We grew up to be men or women,
But inside, these memories are hidden.
Every time we need someone to talk to,
We find them there for us and give help, too.
They say a friend to all is false to all,
I agree and stick to this golden rule.
We can be friends to one, two or three,
But more than this we can't be free.
Yet we can be friendly to everyone,
But not friends with everyone.
Friendly is to give people a fair deal,
But friends means to love and feel.
To give and take as much as you can,
To put them before us if we can.
True friends are a real treasure,
Whose value goes beyond measure.
But remember to decrease their number,
Or else they put you in real danger.
24/4/2009
poem by Omar Jabak
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Reason To Believe
If I listen long enough to you
Id find the way to believe that its all true
Knowing that you lied straight face
While I cried
(*) and still I look
To find a reason to believe
Someone like you makes it hard to live
Without somebody else
Someone like you make it easy to give
Never thinking of myself
If you took the time to change my mind
I could find a way
To leave the past behind
Knowing that you lied straight face
While I cried
Repeat (*)
If I listen long enough to you
Id find the way to believe that its all true
Knowing that you lied straight face
While I cried
Repeat (*)
song performed by by Carpenters
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Wrapped Around Your Finger
You consider me the young apprentice
Caught between the Scylla and Charibdes.
Hypnotized by you if I should linger
Staring at the ring around your finger.
I have only come here seeking knowledge,
Things they would not teach me of in college.
I cant see the best in me
That you saw
I'll be wrapped around your finger.
I'll be wrapped around your finger.
Mephistopheles is not your name,
But I know what you're up to just the same.
I will listen hard to your tuition,
And you will see it come to it's fruition.
I'll be wrapped around your finger.
I'll be wrapped around your finger.
Devil and the deep blue sea behind me
Vanish in the air you'll never find me.
I will turn your face to alabaster,
Then you'll find your servant is your master,
And you'll be wrapped around my finger.
I'll be wrapped around your finger.
You'll be wrapped around my finger.
I'll be wrapped around your finger
song performed by by Underoath
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The Very Last Day
Everybody's gunna pray,
On the very last day,
When they hear that bell,
Ring the world away,
Everybody's gunna pray to the heavens on the judgement day.
Well you sing the great King David,
Andy you preach about the wisdom of Saul,
But the judgement falls on all mankind,
When the trumpet sounds are called,
All people live the same,
When The Lord he calls your name,
Get ready brothers for that day,
Everybody's gunna pray,
On the very last day,
When they hear that bell,
Ring the world away,
Everybody's gunna pray to the heavens on the judgement day.
Well someday soon all men will stand,
His words will be heeded in all the land,
Then men shall know and men shall see,
We all are brothers and we all are free,
Mankind was made of clay,
Each of us in the very same way,
Get ready brothers for that day
Everybody's gunna pray,
On the very last day,
When they hear that bell,
Ring the world away,
Everybody's gunna pray to the heavens on the judgement day.
When the law is given and the law is known,
The tale is told and the seed is sown,
From dust we came and to dust we'll go,
We know, The Lord once told us so,
Each brother take his hand,
Heed the meaning of The Lords command,
Get ready brother for that day
Everybody's gunna pray,
On the very last day,
When they hear that bell,
Ring the world away,
Everybody's gunna pray to the heavens on the judgement day,
Judgement day
Judgement day
Judgement day
song performed by by Hollies
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The Holy Hour
I kneel and wait in silence
As one by one the people slip away
Into the night
The quiet and empty bodies
Kiss the ground before they pray
Kiss the ground
And slip away
I sit and listen dreamlessly
A promise of salvation makes me stay
Then look at your face
And feel my heart pushed in
As all around the children play
The games they tired of yesterday
They play
They play
I stand and hear my voice
Cry out
A wordless scream at ancient power
It breaks against stone
I softly leave you crying
I cannot hold what you devour
The sacrifice of penance
In the holy hour
song performed by by Cure
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Villanelle For Our Time
From bitter searching of the heart,
Quickened with passion and with pain
We rise to play a greater part.
This is the faith from which we start:
Men shall know commonwealth again
From bitter searching of the heart.
We loved the easy and the smart,
But now, with keener hand and brain,
We rise to play a greater part.
The lesser loyalties depart,
And neither race nor creed remain
From bitter searching of the heart.
Not steering by the venal chart
That tricked the mass for private gain,
We rise to play a greater part.
Reshaping narrow law and art
Whose symbols are the millions slain,
From bitter searching of the heart
We rise to play a greater part.
song performed by by Leonard Cohen
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To You I Bid Adieu
Okay, I know I said that was the last one, but this idea came to me and I had to get it down. Kind of a release from the past. I Realized how I was such a fool. We all make stupid mistakes sometimes and never realize how foolish we were. I went looking for something unprepared and found what I wasn't really looking for, but at the time it just seemed right. Sometimes right is just so wrong. I learned a valuable lesson this year. Another one for the books. I will not forget this one quite so easily. I can't promise that I won't make more mistakes for that is the way of life. You live, you learn, and hopefully you won't make the same mistakes again and again. I believe now I am ready for the world again. I have just seen the light and the past is now that past. I am good with it now I hope, or that is what I have been saying to myself, I hope I won't make those mistakes again; but if I do, then so be it. Man what a ride. What a ride. Solid!
TO YOU I DIB ADIEU
Written by: Wilfred Mellers (Deh Bagwa Shashmani Swami) , Wednesday, October 28,2009 @ 5: 35 PM
I saw your recent memories online
I needed to see to make up my mind
I am now ready to let it all go
I will be much better off now I know
It was hard coming to this decision
Love was truly my only religion
I had giving you the upper hand
You took it all, turned, and then ran
It is fine now for I am good
I did that best that any man could
I gave my all and got nothing in return
I see now you’ve let old bridges burn
I needed this to make everything all right
For the deaf now hears, and you’ve given the blind sight
Now I understand that everything was such a lie
You can go now and be well with your guy
No tears will come for you to my eyes
No more shall I have dreary darken skies
From the ashes now the phoenix rise
The dawn meets greet a morning surprise
It’s cool; you certainly had your fun
For you your lonely road has just begun
As for me, now I am finally done
Cast you know out of my Eden
My heart still beats needing some new repairs
One day you’ll find no one else compares
I will not be left down and despairing
For another my heart is now preparing
From greater heights I have fell
No longer I under your spell
A good lesson now I’ve learned well
You are not worth it, I now can tell
From the heavens I thought you befell
From my heart now you I expel
The coffee burns hot and started to smell
Someone new will now ring the doorbell
I was so stupid like a barbell
I knew you would leave for I am the dumbbell
No longer do you have to walk on eggshells
The earth no longer moves nor my heart swells
Distinguish the Don of the cartel
The lioness snarled as she ate the gazelle
Fireside burns amber to a hollow Noel
Tired eyes look now so unwell
Words assured and so compelling
Erroneous assumptions uttered soup was selling
Dashed aside dreams by nuclear bomb shelling
Accurate forecasting the crystal ball foretelling
Summing it up in a nutshell
You truly put my heart through living hell
Sincerity, you’ll never win a Prize Nobel
Colors you changed from navy blue to something pastel
No whiteout on a darken inkwell
Rain resistant eyes tears now repel
You have your stories now you can tell
Friends no longer for this our last farewell
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Listening Wind
Mojique sees his village from a nearby hill
Mojique thinks of days before americans came
He sees the foreigners in growing numbers
He sees the foreigners in fancy houses
He thinks of days that he can still remember...now.
Mojique holds a package in his quivering hands
Mojique sends the package to the american man
Softly he glides along the streets and alleys
Up comes the wind that makes them run for cover
He feels the time is surely now or never...more.
The wind in my heart
The wind in my heart
The dust in my head
The dust in my head
The wind in my heart
The wind in my heart
(come to) drive them away
Drive them away.u
Mojique buys equipment in the market place
Mojique plants devices in the free trade zone
He feels the wind is lifting up his people
He calls the wind to guide him on his mission
He knows his friend the wind is always standing...by.
Mojique smells the wind that comes from far away
Mojique waits for news in a quiet place
He feels the presence of the wind around him
He feels the power of the past behind him
He has the knowledge of the wind to guide him...on.
The wind in my heart
The wind in my heart
The dust in my head
The dust in my head
The wind in my heart
The wind in my heart
(come to) drive them away
Drive them away.
song performed by by Talking Heads
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I Offer You My Heart
Time stands still for one brief moment
The air gently plays with the hair around my face
Today I stand alone
Ready to face the one thing I regret
Too long I have ran
Straying far from anyone I could trust
Life wasn’t my only fear,
Betrayal was what truly killed
So I stand here on the edge
Ready to jump
Thoughts racing around in my head
Trust is what I want
I gave my heart away once before,
Only to have it handed back
Bruised and bloody
The wounds have yet to heal
Scares still litter the flesh
I kept it locked away in a box
Never to be hurt again
That was until the key,
Long forgotten,
Was found
The chest was opened and exposed I was to the world
A new feeling long hidden awoke to wondering eyes
Now I give my heart up
A relationship to forge
A trust to instill
This jump no longer feels high
And,
Anxiety has faded
The past is in the past, and
The future is open
Until that heart is taken,
I will not jump
Until the trust is given,
I will not fall
Until I find me,
I will stand alone
poem by Corey Mason
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Kristina
So thought u had a friend
but he lied to you again
about what u meant to him
but thats the way it always goes
your never happy and it shows
so you go out searching again
and every single night
you hold on so tight
but your looking in the wrong way
(the wrong way)
And when he takes you home
you still feel alone
cause you got it from the wrong place
(the wrong place)
You say your happy on your back
when your head is full of crack
but your lying to yourself
so you go down on him again
cuz he says he loves you oh but then
you walk right out as if to prove
That every single night
you hold on so tight
but your looking in the wrong way
(the wrong way)
And when he takes you home
you still feel alone
cause you got it from the wrong place
(the wrong place)
So you wonder what you lost
sit and calculate the cost
and it seems pretty darn big
But the message finally got through
and now you know just what to do
so, here we go again
And now you search your heart
which is a better start
then looking in the wrong way
(the wrong way)
Now when the lights go out
you no longer in doubt
cuz you got it from the right place
(the right place)
So you search your heart
which is a better start
then looking in the wrong place
(the wrong place)
Now when the lights go out
you no longer in doubt
cuz you got it from the right place
(the right place)
song performed by by Unsung Zeros
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I am the Pretty Girl-Chapter One
Pretty Hurts
I am the pretty one,
the one the girls hate
and the boys pant for
and I stand aloof because
there is no room for me to be
who I am.
All I get is people reacting
to how I look
and I see them whisper
'She's so stuck up.'
I am not.
I am lonely and superior to them
that make these kinds of comments.
So all day I have to take the stares
and the mini-hatreds
just because I am pretty.
I like being pretty
it comes easy to me;
takes no effort.
My hair is beautiful and I don't have to do anything to it.
My skin is good. Thank God, no zits
My figure is good
but I get the comments when I walk through-
the Neanderthals always make comments-
and I cannot help it if my parents are rich.
So I am trapped behind this wall.
I don't have to study hard to get good grades;
this school is easy.
I don't have to work hard for anything.
Things just come to me.
But, it has made a prison for me
and because I don't have to get smart
or work hard-
I can get by on my looks,
my teachers like me-
one too much;
so in the end I am doing what I hate
others do-
seeing me only in terms of how I look-
and I realize I am doing the same thing to myself.
I am my looks.
I am trapped.
So when boys try to talk to me I clam up
because I think there is only one thing they want.
And most of the time I am right.
They do-just want
one thing.
Other's of them just want to say I am their girl friend
even if that is not true just so they can brag to their friends.
Some of them lie and claim they had you,
or you
are lesbian
just because you don't like them.
I am the pretty girl and most times that is pretty sad.
So I don't talk to anyone except other pretty girls.
They understand. They have the pretty girl thing too.
So we stand around sometimes and think we are superior
but we also think secretly we might be inferior and lonely too
and who is going to feel sorry for the pretty girl? Nobody that's who.
So I dated the football guy who was pretty too.
It seemed he would understand-handsome and pretty,
the same thing I thought.
Boy was I wrong. He was his mothers' boy
and only liked me
because he thought there was prestige in it.
And I did it for the same reason.
We both were boring when alone
and tried to look like the super couple
when people were around.
I was bored and truth be told I was also boring.
I had nothing to say
and all's he wanted to talk about was football
and sex.
I told him no.
And then he latched onto my best friend, well I called her my best friend, but
we were not really friends. We just sorta hung out together.
My real best friend was Alma for a while.
She was the ugly sidekick
pretty girls seem to attract.
All she wanted to do was be with me.
She did everything I asked her to,
sometimes without me even asking.
I began to think that just maybe being pretty was being superior.
People like Alma
made it easy to think that.
She seemed to think I was superior.
I used to lie to her about all the boys coming on to me
and things they said and she believed those lies.
I felt I had to tell the stories
because the stories seemed to mean so much to her.
Besides telling her the phony stories
gave me a fantasy life to make up for my real one.
We were a good pair of friends for a while
until Alma told me one day about her love;
Her love for me.
And I realized she was not talking about friend love.
That's another thing,
you get come on's from both genders
and some like Alma turn into stalkers.
She lied and told her friend that we had been together.
A total lie.
That is why high school is prison camp for the pretty girl.
I broke down one day while talking to Geek Billy
who came over to my house to fix my computer.
He was rad-geek and shorter than me
and I never really considered him a real person or anything
so I was talking like he was not even there.
I was saying why me, why does everyone hate me?
He started yammering that he didn't hate me,
and put his arm around me.
I looked up and saw that he was not trying to jump my bones,
he really was trying to comfort me
like he understood and all that.
It was laughable you know.
I was so above him and everything
but he seemed that day like a real person to me
for just a tiny minute.
He left and I lay on my bed
and wrote into my diary-
'Geek boy loves me.'
I wrote: 'I am the pretty girl no one likes
because I am above them.'
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Searching
Searching not sure what I'll find
I hope I find a piece of mind and
Maybe strengten my committment of being humble and kind
also
The courage to leave all negativity behind
To find
A resolution
that will finally work this time
Still searching
and
Thus far all I find
Is a person with a
purpose to continue to find
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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The Bad Pretty Girl
I am the pretty one,
the one the girls hate
and the boys pant for
and I stand aloof because
there is no room for me to be
who I am.
All I get is people reacting
to how I look
and I see them whisper
'She's so stuck up.'
I am not.
I am lonely and superior to them
that make these kinds of comments.
So all day I have to take the stares
and the mini-hatreds
just because I am pretty.
I like being pretty
it comes easy to me;
takes no effort.
My hair is beautiful and I don't have to do anything to it.
My skin is good. Thank God, no zits
My figure is good
but I get the comments when I walk through-
the Neanderthals always make comments-
and I cannot help it if my parents are rich.
So I am trapped behind this wall.
I don't have to study hard to get good grades;
this school is easy.
I don't have to work hard for anything.
Things just come to me.
But it has made a prison for me
and because I don't have to get smart
or work hard-
I can get by on my looks.
My teachers like me-
one too much,
so in the end I am doing what I hate
others do-
seeing me only in terms of how I look
and I realize I am doing the same thing to myself.
I am my looks. I am trapped.
So when boys try to talk to me I clam up
because I think there is only one thing they want.
And most of the time I am right. They do-just want
one thing.
Other's of them just want to say I am their girl friend
even if that is not true just so they can brag to their friends.
Some of them lie and claim they had you, or you
are lesbian just because you don't like them.
I am the pretty girl and most times that is pretty sad.
So I don't talk to anyone except other pretty girls.
They understand. They have the pretty girl thing too.
So we stand around sometimes and think we are superior
but we also think secretly we might be inferior and lonely too
and who is going to feel sorry for the pretty girl? Nobody that's who.
So I dated the football guy who was pretty too. It seemed he would
understand-handsome and pretty, the same thing I thought.
Boy was I wrong. He was his mothers' boy and only liked me
because he thought there was prestige in it. And I did it for
the same reason. We both were boring when alone and tried to
look like the super couple when people were around.
I was bored and truth be told I was also boring.
I had nothing to say and all's he wanted to talk about was football
and sex.
I told him no.
And then he latched onto my best friend, well I called her my best friend, but
we were not really friends. We just sorta hung out together.
My real best friend was Alma for a while. She was the ugly sidekick
pretty girls seem to attract. All she wanted to do was be with me. She did
everything I asked her to, sometimes without me even asking. I began to think that just maybe being pretty was being superior. People like Alma
made it easy to think that. She seemed to think I was superior.
I used to lie to her about all the boys coming on to me and things they said and she believed those lies. I felt I had to tell the stories because the stories seemed to mean so much to her. Besides telling her the phony stories gave me a fantasy life to make up for my real one.
We were a good pair of friends for a while until Alma told me one day about her love. Her love for me. And I realized she was not talking about friend love.
That's another thing, you get come ons from both genders and some like Alma turn into stalkers. She lied and told her friend that we had been together. A total lie.
That is why high school is prison camp for the pretty girl.
I broke down one day while talking to Geek Billy who came over to my house to fix my computer. He was rad-geek and shorter than me and I never really considered him a real person or anything so I was talking like he was not even there. I was saying 'why me, why does everyone hate me? '
He started yammering that he didn't hate me, and put his arm around me. I looked up and saw that he was not trying to jump my bones, he really was trying to comfort me like he understood and all that. It was laughable you know. I was so above him and everything but he seemed that day like a real person to me for just a tiny minute.
He left and I lay on my bed and wrote into my diary-'Geek boy loves me.'
I wrote: 'I am the pretty girl no one likes because I am above them.'
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Wrapped around your finger
You consider me the young apprentice
Caught between the Scylla and Charibdes.
Hypnotized by you if I should linger
Starring at the ring around your finger
I have only come here seeking knowledge
Things they wouldn't teach me of in college
I can see the destiny you sold
Turn into a shining band of hope
I'll be wrapped around your finger
I'll be wrapped around your finger
Nafostaveles is not your name
But I know what you're up to just the same
I will listen hard to your tuition
You will see it come to it's fruition
I'll be wrapped around your finger
I'll be wrapped around your finger
Devil and the deep blue see behind me
Vanish in the air you'll never find me
I will turn you face to alabaster
Then you'll find you're servant is your master
You'll be wrapped around my finger
You'll be wrapped around my finger
You'll be wrapped around my finger
song performed by by Green Lizard from Identity
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Perfect
Clinging to a hope
Dust that makes me choke
A tiny piece of dirt
Happiness assured can't be too far
Can't be too hard
Traction having slipped
I think I've lost my grip, mine
But not for long, mine
Think I'm losing pressure
Think I'm losing ground
Think I'm losing pressure
Think I'm losing ground
Down falls
Down hurts me much less
So good, so good
So perfect like
How could, how could, how could you try
What for, what for, what better life
Once more, once more it all slips by me...again by me
Think I'm losing pressure
Think I'm losing ground
Think I'm losing pressure
Think I'm losing once more
Put it in a package of perfect like
Leave it in package of perfect size
Never opened up and it can't slip by
It all slips by
song performed by by Ultraspank
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Marriage Vows/Aniversary Successes
How little we know in our growing years?
Protected by our loved ones from woes and fears.
We continue to grow from our past.
Searching for a new love one that will last.
Accentuated by our social being to find one with to share.
We take our wedding vows to show the world we care.
A family is next to sustain our marriage and fortify our love.
To succeed this human experience needs to be blessed from above.
We think back how easy it was to say, 'I do'
But it was your conviction, good foundation and character that seen you through.
Each years number large or small celebrate your anniversary none the less.
For the greater the number the greater the the success.
poem by Theodore Colterelli
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Tiny Steps
Muscle baby wont let go
Weekend baby wont say no
Is she an active beauty ?
I should say so
Wooden bones and pretty lashes
Iodine for your babys gashes
Little tombs for your babys ashes
If something goes wrong
Tiny steps almost real
Tiny fingers you almost feel
Make her walk or make her kneel
Oh, shes almost human beneath that cuban heel
Whos that down at the bottom of the garden ?
Whos that hiding underneath the sofa ?
Who gets blamed whenever youre in trouble ?
Shes your friend and shes your double
Tiny steps almost real
Tiny fingers you almost feel
Make her walk or make her kneel
Oh, shes almost human beneath that cuban heel
Pretty little fashion face
Pick anyone up off the shelf
Though you say its a disgrace
You know you owe it to yourself
You can even shop around
Though you wont find any cheaper
Shes your baby now
You can keep her
Tiny steps almost real
Tiny fingers you almost feel
Make her walk or make her kneel
Oh, shes almost human beneath that cuban heel
song performed by by Elvis Costello
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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