A Bit of the Other
There's nothing that Kevin likes more
Than telling his friends he's going to score -
It's getting to be a bit of a bore,
She's probably a tart, or some old whore!
I know there's something he likes to lick
But personally that makes me sick!
I wonder what makes Kevin tick?
Perhaps the answer lies in his prick! !
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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She Likes The Dark
She likes the dark
It keeps her sane
She likes the dark
It makes the maddness go away
She likes the dark it keeps her calm
It makes the anger disappear
She likes the dark
It's just like night
when the owls come hoot in fright
for there is a man
they, even fear
who wears a mask
of gostly haunts,
of tied up children
when he's drunk from beer,
of scars that come from the old mans knife
that keeps stabbing into her life,
the pain, he says, its just a game
win or lose you will still play
She likes the dark
It keeps her sane
It makes the maddness go away
She likes the dark
It keeps her calm
It makes the anger dissappear
but what happens
oh tell me when
the light comes on
giving equal advantage
will she sit and play the game
or will she lose her senses?
poem by Ashley Meier
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Oh Guilt
She seems to think
She seems too weak
She takes a week to get over it
She likes the sea
She likes to see
She likes to think she has all of it
She likes the sound
She likes the sand
She likes to stand, she cant afford to sit
She likes to be
Shes into guilt
Guilt
She likes to think
She likes to drink
She seems too weak, she takes all the rent
She likes the time
She owns the time
She borrows time to self-invent
She seems too weak
She likes to see
She likes to think she has all of it
She likes the sand
She likes to stand
She likes to sit
She likes to go
Go
She likes to be
She likes to go
Go
song performed by by Nirvana
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Oh, The Guilt
She seems to think
She seems too weak
She takes a week to get over it
She likes the sea
She likes to see
She likes to think she has to alter it
She likes the sound
She likes the sand
She likes to stand, she can't afford to sit
She likes to be
She likes to be
She likes to be
She's into guilt
Go
She likes to think
She likes to drink
She seems too weak, she takes all the rent
She likes the time
She owns the time
She borrows time and has to self-invent
She seems too weak
She likes to see
She likes to think she has to alter it
She likes the sand
She likes to stand
She likes to sit
She likes to go
Go
song performed by by Nirvana
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Oh The Guilt (Outtake '93)
She seems to think
She seems too weak
She takes a week to get over it
She likes the sea
She likes to see
She likes to think she has all of it
She likes the sound
She likes the sand
She likes to stand, she cant afford to sit
She likes to be
Shes into guilt
Guilt
She likes to think
She likes to drink
She seems too weak, she takes all the rent
She likes the time
She owns the time
She borrows time to self-invent
She seems too weak
She likes to see
She likes to think she has all of it
She likes the sand
She likes to stand
She likes to sit
She likes to go
Go
She likes to be
She likes to go
Go
song performed by by Nirvana
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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He Likes To Roll
(carly simon)
Why do I try to win the love
That Ive already wooed and won
(chorus)
cause he likes to roll he likes to roll
He likes to roll he likes to roll
He takes the flower from his button hole
When he likes to roll, he likes to roll
I tend to lose my self control
When he likes to roll, he likes to roll
Here in this little sunny bay
Once a day he comes and goes
(chorus)
He likes to roll...
The moon is down but the odds are high
That seeming me, he wont pass me by
(chorus)
He likes to roll...
song performed by by Carly Simon
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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In Bloom
Sell the kids for food
-weather changes moods
Spring is here again
-reproductive glands
He's the one who likes all the pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
And I say aahh
We can have some more - nature is a whore
Bruises on the fruit - tender age in bloom
song performed by by Nirvana from Nevermind
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Toby cat
Tobyis a cat he will sleep any ware even on a chair if he could in the air
Toby is not a rat he is cat who has a mate called pat
Who is like a bat but actually a cat named pat
Toby is a cat who sleeps on my head when in a bead im his ted
He likes to pick his chick (tick tick tick) gobble
He sleeps and creeps if he's sad he also weeps
He claws his paws
He likes tuna Hes just like a puma
Toby is a cat
poem by by unknown author
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I'm just like every other girl who likes to shop, likes to look good, likes to spend time with friends.
quote by Maria Sharapova
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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MIGHT QUEEN OF KONG.....by Talile Ali
MY BABY LIKES TO DO IT
DOES IT ALL DAY LONG
MY BABY LIKES TO DO IT
THATS WHY I'M WRITIN THIS SONG
SHE LOVE'S A FREQUENT SHAGGIN
LIKE'S EM NICE AND STRONG
DON'T YOU JUDGE MY BABY
SHE'S REALLY GOOD TO ME
DON'T BE JUDGIN MY BABY
BECAUSE OF HER NEED FOR EXSTASY
SHE HAS THE SAME WANTS AND DESIRES
JUST LIKE BIT MORE FREQUENCY
SOME LIKE IT ONCE A DAY
SOME LIKE IT ONCE A WEEK
SOME LIKE IT ONCE AN HOUR
AND THERE ARE SOME WHO DON'T EVEN SEEK
SHE'S MY HARD POUNDIN BABY
LIKE IT WHEN SHE'S FEELIN GEEKED
SHE A DOIN ALL NIGHT WOMAN
AND SHE AIN'T DOIN NOTHIN WRONG
THEY WAY SHE LIKES TO DO EM
SHE MAKES THEM WANT TO SING ALONG
MY BABY LIKES TO DO IT
SHE IS THE MIGHT QUEEN OF KONG
poem by Talile Ali
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I am the one of those.....
I am one of those who likes to live,
to be a friend and to forgive.
I am one of those who hates a lie,
if it were for me a war I would deny.
I am one of those who likes to dream,
if to play games then in a family team.
I am one of those who likes to sing
and listen to the bells ring.
I am one of those who likes to laugh,
the time with my dear ones is not enough.
I am one of those who likes fairy tales
and I know that even a hero sometimes fails.
I am thankful to my God and ask our Lord
to prolong my days
so that to look for the new ways.
I am one of those who tries to find the door
leading to more happiness,
I always try to avoid loneliness.
I am one of those who likes to give,
I am one of those who likes to live.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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It Makes Me Sick
It crushes me to see it I try to keep a smile
Even though it doesn't even last a while knowing I will never Have you the thought makes me sick each wakeing moment when you leave I'm watching the clock tick
Idk why the pain seems to subside when I get a blade an start to slit my wrist.
I'm sick of it, be okay for you when I'm really not, trying to be happy even though its asking a lot
I'm done I'm sick of everytime I see you my heart does a flop an flip.
I wish you two the best
Even though it really really makes me sick.
poem by Bleeding Willow
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My Dog Is Sick
my dog likes to lick sticks
today it is sick
poem by Qasim Hussain
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Some Like Poetry
Some -
thus not all. Not even the majority of all but the minority.
Not counting schools, where one has to,
and the poets themselves,
there might be two people per thousand.
Like -
but one also likes chicken soup with noodles,
one likes compliments and the color blue,
one likes an old scarf,
one likes having the upper hand,
one likes stroking a dog.
Poetry -
but what is poetry.
Many shaky answers
have been given to this question.
But I don't know and don't know and hold on to it
like to a sustaining railing.
poem by Wislawa Szymborska
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Petit, the Poet
Seeds in a dry pod, tick, tick, tick,
Tick, tick, tick, like mites in a quarrel--
Faint iambics that the full breeze wakens--
But the pine tree makes a symphony thereof.
Triolets, villanelles, rondels, rondeaus,
Ballades by the score with the same old thought:
The snows and the roses of yesterday are vanished;
And what is love but a rose that fades?
Life all around me here in the village:
Tragedy, comedy, valor and truth,
Courage, constancy, heroism, failure--
All in the loom, and oh what patterns!
Woodlands, meadows, streams and rivers--
Blind to all of it all my life long.
Triolets, villanelles, rondels, rondeaus,
Seeds in a dry pod, tick, tick, tick,
Tick, tick, tick, what little iambics,
While Homer and Whitman roared in the pines?
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Fade To Black
FADE TO BLACK
You live your life day by day
You can't feel it's slipping away
It's like heaven where you never get bored
You self inflicted Rock'n roll whore
Can you feel it
Can you feel the clocks ticking away
The world doesn't change in a day
The world doesn't change it
The world doesn't change in a day
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
to breathe
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
the world doesn't change in a day
You've got a thousand wounds to heal
You gotta stop thinking nothing's for real
electric shock won't bring you back
You're fading baby
You fade to black
The world doesn't change in a day
The world doesn't change it
The world doesn't change in a day
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
to breathe
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
the world doesn't change in a day
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
to breathe
It makes me sick
to see
what you mean
to me
When you are the one inside
is it what you thought it'd be
I always knew you'd be a star
and now you are
song performed by by Zeromancer
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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He Likes Me
He likes me
He likes me
Ooh... isnt that nice
He likes me
He likes me
Ooh... isnt that nice
That your brand new friend
He likes your old true friend
And isnt that the way
That it ought to be
That your brand new friend
He has good will to send
And youre so free
Youre so free
Youre so free
And I am history
He likes you
He says that he loves you
Ooh thats good to know
You like him
I hope you dont love him
And ooh you should know
That your old true friend
He doesnt like your brand new friend
Person to person its not on purpose
But I take it personally
And soon your brand new friend
I hope Ill have a bon voyage to send
And youre so free
Youre so free
Youre so free
And I am history
You say you wont pick
And you wont make a choice
But Im so mad I could spit
And I hear it in your voice
You said he likes me
He likes me
Ooh isnt that swell
He likes me
You said he likes me
Ohhh tell him hell...
O from me
A great big hello from me
Jesus always taught me
That I should love my enemy
Darling my hearts in pain
Thats why my songs insane
And youre so free
And I am history
He likes me
But I dont like him
Gordon gano: vocal, acoustic guitar
Brian ritchie: acoustic bass guitar, vocal
Victor delorenzo: brushed snare drum, vocal
Mixed by david vartanian
gorno music reprinted with permission
song performed by by Violent Femmes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Beneath the plaster
Beneath the plaster
that covers
the cracks in the walls
there is a sickness.
Another side to laughter,
fancy dresses,
and dinner suits.
Superficially
there is order,
grandeur,
but beneath,
deceit and lies.
The priest who
likes small boys,
The business man
who makes his wealth
from whore houses.
The banker
who does dirty deals,
makes money from
the weaker willed.
The leaches,
fancy ladies
plundering a living
from rich husbands
and sugar daddies.
Beneath the plaster
that covers
the cracks in the walls
there is a sickness.
poem by Ruth Walters
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The DirtyWhore
The Dirty Whore
Whore whore whore the dirty little whore
With her heavy hips and juicy lips
She is bound by her pimp who gives her, her daily dose
Crack Coke heroine or lsd
In them she her emotions pores
Whore whore whore the dirty little whore
As she tickles your dick and gives you new kicks
Biting down your balls to take it all
She massages your chest as she bears her breasts
Coming close yet staying a far
As her panties she removes to make new moves
Saddeling up your prick up and down she rolls
Whore whore whore the dirty little whore
Her job is tough her beat is rough
Pimps and pushers her companions at night
She dines with gangsters and cops alike
Getting paid well and getting beaten at times
Taking pills to giving new thrills
Whore whore whore the dirty little whore
Either at street corners, in bazaar's or mandi's
My friends you are bound to meet this raandi
500 for a blow 5000 for a shag
She even carries rubbers in her bag
To please you is her job
But you of your morality she will rob
Beware of the whore the dirty little whore
poem by Anuj Tikku
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Feed The Monkey
She likes to feed the monkey
She likes to feed the monkey
She likes to feed the monkey
She likes the monkey
Well gather 'round and let me tell you all a story
About a boy and his monkey
He's got that kind of monkey that the girls wanna know
He likes to take his monkey every place that he goes
(Can we pet your monkey?)
Hey, ho, you see the monkey?
Did you know you made my monkey hungry?
I didn't really know how it get so hungry
I'd like to know
Would you feed the monkey?
Well you can pet my monkey
'Cause my monkey don't bite
But when you pet my monkey
He get funky all night
My monkey ain't no ordinary orangutang
'Cause my monkey likes to do the wild thing
My monkey don't scratch
My monkey don't bite
My monkey don't swing no tree
My monkey don't hit
My monkey don't drool
My monkey be swing with me
My monkey don't freak
My monkey don't trip
My monkey don't wear no cape
But you can tell what my monkey wanna eat
'Cause it turn into a big ol' ape
Yeah...
Hey..
The monkey's getting hungry
Hey, hey, why don't you feed your monkey?
(REPEAT x 3)
What she want?
She wants the monkey
(REPEAT x 3)
You know she want
You know she want
You know she wants the monkey
(REPEAT x 3)
Hey, hey, she likes to feed the monkey
Ooh, she's sayin' it's time to feed the monkey
Everyday she wants to feed the monkey
All through the day she likes to feed the monkey
She likes to feed the monkey
(REPEAT x 7)
Feed the monkey
(REPEAT x 19)
She likes to feed the monkey
song performed by by Infectious Grooves
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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She's Got Balls
She's got style that woman
Makes me smile that woman
She's got spunk that woman
Funk that woman
She's got speed my babe
Got what I need my babe
She's got the ability
To make a man outta me
CHORUS:
But most important of all
Let me tell ya
The lady's got balls
She's got balls
She's got soul my lady
Likes to crawl my lady
All around the floor on her hands and knees
Because she likes to please me
CHORUS
And she's got taste my lady
Pace my lady
Makes my heart race
With her pretty face
She's got balls my lady
Likes to crawl my lady
On her hands and knees all around the floor
No one has to tell her what a fella is for
CHORUS
song performed by by AC/DC from High Voltage
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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