Do Your Duty
Be done with a hook up and go.
Do your duty to the booty,
And satisfy the mood.
Be done with a hook up and go.
And do your duty to the booty,
Don't present an attitude.
Or make excuses for what you choose.
Do your duty to the booty and go!
Whether clothed or nude.
Today folks care less who they screw.
Or spreading diseases and to who!
Be done with a hook up and go.
Do your duty to the booty,
And satisfy the mood.
Be done with a hook up and go.
And do your duty to the booty,
Don't present an attitude.
Or make excuses for what you choose.
Do your duty to the booty,
Whether clothed or nude.
Today folks care less who they screw.
Or spreading diseases and to who!
Do your duty to the booty and go!
And don't present an attitude.
Or make excuses for what you choose.
Today folks care less who they screw.
Or spreading diseases and to who!
Be done with a hook up and go.
Do your duty to the booty,
And satisfy the mood.
Care less about affects,
And what they do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Give Me No More Booty
Give me no more booty,
'Cause your booty is too good.
Ah
Booty is too good
Ah
Your booty is too good.
Give me no more booty,
'Cause your booty is too good.
I can never stop,
When you give it out a lot.
Give me no more booty,
'Cause your booty is too good.
Giving me so much,
Makes my head get such a rush.
I can't sustain my game with it!
Or sustain my need to be relieved.
I'm whipped!
Quick.
Give me no more booty,
'Cause your booty is too good.
Ah
Booty is too good
Ah
Your booty is too good.
Give me no more booty,
'Cause your booty is too good.
I can never stop,
When you give it out a lot.
I'm no beast to eatcha.
When you are in heat.
I'd rather just keep ya...
Between sheets,
Beneath.
Oh,
I'm no beast to eatcha.
When you are in heat.
I'd rather just keep ya...
Between sheets,
Beneath.
Oh,
But...
Give me no more booty,
'Cause your booty is too good.
Ah
Your booty is too good
Ah
Your booty is too good.
Give me no more booty,
'Cause your booty is too good.
I can never stop,
When you give it out a lot.
You make it hard...
To give that booty a boot.
Make it hard,
To give that booty a boot.
You make it hard...
To give that booty a boot.
Make it hard,
To give that booty a boot.
You make it hard...
To give that booty a boot.
Make it hard,
To give that booty a boot.
You make it hard...
To give that booty a boot.
Make it hard,
To give that booty a boot.
I've got to,
Get up off your booty and boot.
I've got to,
Get up off your booty and boot.
I've got to,
Get up off your booty and boot.
I've got to,
Get up off your booty and boot.
Got to,
Get up off your booty and boot.
Got to,
Get up off your booty and boot.
I've got to,
Get up off your booty and boot.
Got to,
Get up off your booty and boot.
I've got to,
Get up off your booty.
Get up off your booty.
Get up off your booty.
And boot!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Exclusive Booty
Some have a crush on,
Just one they have a lust.
And that one that is the lusted one,
Just may run from their touch.
Not wanting it that much.
Some have a crush on,
Just one they have a lust.
And that one that is the lusted one,
Just may run from their touch.
Others have a chronic logic that exists.
And it's difficult for them to reason,
With hearts distanced from their minds...
Thinking them to be affixed.
And hard it is to interfere with people who insist,
A jumping to conclusions is a way to happiness.
Some want exclusive booty that they can do.
Exclusive booty chosen just to do with one boo.
And...
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty just with one boo.
And,
Some want exclusive booty that they can do.
Exclusive booty chosen just to do with one boo.
And...
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty just with one boo.
And hard it is to interfere with people who insist,
A jumping to conclusions is a way to happiness.
But...
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty just with one boo.
Some have a crush on,
Just one they have a lust.
And that one that is the lusted one,
Just may run from their touch.
Not wanting it that much.
Others have a chronic logic that exists.
And it's difficult for them to reason,
With hearts distanced from their minds...
Thinking them to be affixed.
Some want exclusive booty that they can do.
Exclusive booty chosen just to do with one boo.
And...
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty just with one boo.
And,
Some want exclusive booty that they can do.
Exclusive booty chosen just to do with one boo.
And...
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty just with one boo!
And today that's hard to do,
Wanting it exclusive too!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Closet
There is more in the closet,
Coming out of them these days.
More besides clothes, coats...
And those sneaking to get quick booty,
To hide to 'get off'
Like teenagers in a rage.
Not too many today,
Care who does what to whom.
Except those living in smaller towns...
Where there is nothing else to do,
Other than to test the beds
In their neighbors' bedrooms!
And having sex with pets!
And other kinds of sexual digressions.
'But you didn't hear that from me.
Just in case you're in the mood for steamy gossip! '
There is more in the closet,
Coming out of them these days.
People catching all kinds of sexual diseases.
HIV that can develop into AIDS.
And some folks wish to keep their sneaking discreet!
As they sweat up wetness on strange sheets...
During nighttime sleepovers.
And these same booty buddies,
Who get it on...
During the day,
Do not speak!
'Wassup with that?
But you didn't hear that from me.
Just in case you're in the mood,
For some steamy gossip! '
But folks 'down low' who are in the closet...
Don't have to be that way.
Since it seems everyone wants to be lesbian.
Even those who say they 'aren't' gay!
They just want it strickly on the bottom!
Caring less who tops as a preference.
'And...
You didn't hear that from me.
In case you're in the mood...
For some steamy gossip!
Just keep my name out of it,
And you and I will stay alright!
Aiight?
Later! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Acid 8000
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move
- its so easy to get acid, you can get it anywhere.
If you dont make your booty move, your booty must be dead
If you dont make your booty move, your booty must be dead
If you dont make your booty move, your booty must be dead
If you dont make your booty move, your booty must be dead
If you dont make your booty move, your booty must be dead
If you dont make your booty move, your booty must be dead
If you dont make your booty move, your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move, your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move
If you dont make your booty move, your booty must be dead
If you dont make your booty move, your booty must be dead
If you dont make your booty move, your booty must be dead
If you dont make your booty move, your booty must be dead
If you dont make your booty move, your booty must be dead
If you dont make your booty move, your booty must be dead
If you dont make your booty move, your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move, your booty move, your booty move
song performed by by Fatboy Slim
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Booty-Boo-Doo-The Caboose
I'm not going to hide,
Any love you see this evening.
I'm much too needing on my side...
And I want it known as shown,
I've come with... some pride.
I'm not going to hide inside of me,
This evening.
Too much I let collect in dust.
And too much I don't want to get rusty.
I've got enough in me to boot and hoot.
It doesn't matter if my ladder,
Can get up to reach the roof!
I know my ladder apparatus,
And it's there to give a boost.
Booty-boo-doo-the caboose.
I know my ladder apparatus,
And it's there to give a boost.
Booty-boo-doo-the caboose.
I know my ladder apparatus,
And it's there to give a boost.
Booty-boo-doo-the cabooster.
Booty-boo-doo-the caboose.
Booty-boo-doo-the cabooster.
Booty-boo-doo-the caboose.
Booty-boo-doo-the cabooster.
I know my ladder apparatus,
And it's there to give a boost.
I'm not going to hide inside of me,
This evening.
Too much I let collect in dust.
And too much I don't want to get rusty.
I've got enough in me to boot and hoot.
Booty-boo-doo-the cabooster.
I know my ladder apparatus,
And it's there to give a boost.
I know my ladder apparatus,
And it's there to give a boost.
Booty-boo-doo-the cabooster.
Booty-boo-doo-the caboose.
I want to know,
And I'm excited!
Booty-boo-doo-the cabooster.
Booty-boo-doo-the caboose.
I want to know,
And I'm excited!
Booty-boo-doo-the cabooster.
Booty-boo-doo-the caboose.
Booty-boo-doo-the cabooster.
Booty-boo-doo-the caboose.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No New Booty Will Be Oopsed
So many people find it hard at night to sleep.
With a feeling they've been duped away,
From a loop loosened...
Someone else has coped to scooped.
And left by a lover,
Creeping to be with another sneaky sleaze.
And there they are...
Living with a distant lover.
Who should not be so distant,
But there to be home with them undercover.
Knowing there is another,
Sharing that lover!
No new booty will be oopsed!
No.
Not this time,
With the use of fresh excuses.
No new booty will be oopsed!
No.
Or a duped hoodwinking,
Overused to abuse.
So many people find it hard at night to sleep.
And left by a lover,
Creeping to be with another sneaky sleaze.
But...
No new booty will be oopsed!
No.
Not this time,
With the use of fresh excuses.
No new booty will be oopsed!
No.
Or a duped hoodwinking,
Overused to abuse.
No new booty will be oopsed!
No.
Not this time,
With the use of fresh excuses.
No new booty will be oopsed!
No.
Or a duped hoodwinking,
Overused to abuse.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some People Just Want the Attention
You're too snooty,
For me to want your booty.
Scented fresh?
I could care less.
Your attitude is not perfumed!
And I quickly distanced myself from it...
When your presence filled the entire room.
You're too self assured!
And nothing is wrong with that.
But I can not imagine you,
Butt naked with me in the sack!
I am not that submissive.
Although I'm known to be attracted,
To domineering folks who trap.
Being hunted and captured...
With sweat pouring down my back.
Yes,
I'm prone to fantasize.
But reality snaps me away from that!
If you softened your eyes,
And licked your lips.
Sat quietly and portrayed...
There was 'something' in your life you missed.
If you spoke in a whisper instead of shouting in a bark...
And pretended I had 'command'
You could have me AND my heart!
But...
You just want to tease!
As if I am here to notice it.
You're too snooty,
For me to want your booty.
Even if you approached me...
I'd teach you a lesson or two!
'You!
Yes...
YOU!
When you are through...
I'm over here! '
Some people just want the attention,
All to themselves!
I thank God I'm not like that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Booty is just a ghetto expression, and I'm just a booty star.
quote by Richard Pryor
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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P***ycat
This is another missy elliott exclusive
Its all for the love
But there is more things that keep a man satisfied
And I know the remedy just to cure him from
Cheating even if he tried hey
Pussy dont fail me now
I gotta turn this nigga out
So he dont want nobody else
But me and only me
Pussy dont fail me now
I gotta turn this nigga out
So he dont want nobody else
But me and only me
I know hes a man and men have intentions
To sleep with someone else
But thats why when I make love to him
Im ruling
Try to give him my best hey
Pussy dont fail me now
I gotta turn this nigga out
So he dont want nobody else
But me and only me
Pussy dont fail me now
I gotta turn this nigga out
So he dont want nobody else
But me and only me
As long as the pussy good
Its alright
Aint gotta worry about my man
Cuz he knows mas
Is one of a kind
And thats why he keeps staying
The pussy good
Its alright
Aint gotta worry about my man
Cuz he knows mas
Is one of a kind
And thats why he keeps staying
Look ma
Yea you got the bomb and work
That prissy stuff
Glad it aint the gushy stuff
That gushy stuff?
I dont like the mushy butts
I wish we was
Like comfy over jennifer
Him and her
Too much like I and we
And what that mean?
We just love the booty
All we see in 3d is um
Booty booty booty booty
Oh really
Do me, do me, do me, do me
Run through me like flood go through an iv
Thats good ill make sure you never will leave
Can I put my booty booty
Up in your spaghetti?
Daddy
Are you ready for sacary from me
Pussy gushy mushy what more you want from me
Cuz my feelins h ...[message truncated]
song performed by by Missy Elliott
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Do Your Duty(in memory of Billie Holiday..The Lady)
I look good to you...
I know.
So you offer me doe
Because you WANT a little bit more,
But your NEED is your is your score
WANT money makes you poor
Your NEED I take heed
That I will feed
I am trying to dropp you a seed
WANT is a plead
NEED is a deed
I look good to you...
I know.
Do your duty...
NEED or WANT for that booty?
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Oops! I Did It Again Mom! (laughter)
It was above and beyond the call of duty
When she had to clean his booty.
He had crap from the pampers down
And not a clean spot to be found.
Then he took his hand and spread it all around
From the table to the ground.
He had spread it every where
And had done it with such care.
To him this was just a game
As he tried to write his name.
His mother was as angry as can be
But she laughed hysterically.
And as her laughter finally settled down
He looked at her with a frown.
He did not realize all that he had done
He was just having fun.
As she carried him to the shower
He decided to have his final hour.
Oops! I did it again mom!
poem by Louis Rams
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Infectious Grooves
Insane-the mother funksters tear it up
The beat-that makes you wanna stomp it up
Rhythm-you just can't get enough of the Infectious Grooves
Hardcore-and then they switch it to the smooth
Got vibe-mix it in with the groove
The plague-that's gonna make you booty move it's the Infectious Grooves
Gave it-the network of ability
Threw in-all kind of insanity
Add it up-and now you got the recipe of The Infectious Grooves
Chorus:
Talk to me baby you should of been good-you think you're on it
but you ain't got nothing on me
It aon't as if I hadn't told you so
So now you sit and then you go and when you hear it
Damn-that's what you say when you hear us
Jam-'cause the boys know how to make it all
Slam-now you wanna get with the program of the Infectious Grooves
Pack'n-a loc'd kinda zak that's
Attack'n-with the bass that's pump'n and
Smack'n-leave you breathless coughing and hack'n with Infectious Grooves
We found- the hippest, hardest, heaviest sound
Took it straight from the underground
Now you got the plague that's going around, known as Infectious Grooves
Talk to me baby it's me again
I love to tell you 'cause it ain't the way that you wanna hear
You try to stop it, but I seen you move your booty
Move that booty, mmm that's a booty, she has a very nice booty Infectious
Now you know it's Infectious
It's Infectious-the rhythm that'll tear it up
Infectious-the beat that makes you get on up
Infectious-the mother funksters tear it up-with the Infectious Grooves
Infectious-A loc'd kinda zak that's
Infectious-with the bass that's pumpin and
Infectious-leave you breathless coughing and the Infectious Grooves
Infectious-switch to the smooth and it's
Infectious-miz it in the groove and it's
Infectous-the plague that makes your booty move it's the Infectious Grooves
Infectous-the plague that makes your
Infectous-the plague that makes your
Infectous-the plague that makes your booty move it's the Infectious Grooves
song performed by by Infectious Grooves
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So Much
I remember
Years back
When I had
Just 25 poems
In my booty
I used to
Look up to
Some of my
Friends
Who had
More than
80 and I
Used to
Wonder:
Oh, my God!
How can they
Write so much!
Now that I
Have more than
500 poems
In my booty,
I realise that
It's not so hard
To write so much
As God has gifted me
Some patience and
Creativity!
(Theme: Writing)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Duty shuts to love
To care wife or love own children
Is not considered duty. It is love.
To take care of one’s parents is duty.
Duty is in; it means love is out.
27.04.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Youthful Steps
I aint trying to get down with the beat,
Or keep it funky for 'nobody'.
To boogey to impress,
I can address with sweat...
A few youthful steps,
With a shaking of my booty...
Is not a challenge.
What is?
And there is nothing complex about it.
But...
I've discovered that an acceptance,
Of the aging process harnesses for me...
A self respect I did not expect I would enjoy.
I know my comments annoy a lot of old folks.
But I aint trying to stay timeless,
With a hip and with it attitude.
Plus...
I am not living with a wish to have done things,
I did not or could not do.
I've made attempts and will continue.
Although I could,
If I so desired...
To get down and sweat with the best!
But,
I aint trying to get down with the beat,
Or keep it funky for 'nobody'.
To boogey to impress,
I can address with sweat...
Youthful steps,
With a shaking of my booty?
Is stressful.
And poppa don't want to prove,
I can be an aging fool.
Too many are doing that already.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Newpower Soul
2 the darkness - let there be light
2 the soundman - turn up my voice real tight
2 the n.p.g. - if u in this mother, scream
Show me how u all get down - 1 2 3, come on
Get freaky, let the head bob {x2}
We should all come 2gether 2 the newpower soul
Get freaky, let the head bob {x2} (come on, come on)
Itll make u feel much better - come on, baby, lets go!
Every while in a great once there comes 2 town a show
That lives up 2 all your funkspectation no matter how high or low
A reason 2 get your freak on in a way u never freaked before
Newpower soul lay claim 2 the booty - come on, lets go
(lemme see u get down)
Let the head bob
Get freaky, let the head bob (come on, come on)
We should all come 2gether 2 the newpower soul
(lemme see u get down)
Let the head bob
Get freaky, let the head bob {x2} (come on, come on)
Itll make u feel much better - come on, baby, lets go!
Every while in a day twice funky matters in our ear
As long as we keep our love strong, well never shed no tears
The brothas be threatenin 2 jump off buildings, newpowers what
They fear
Love 4 one another risin, newpower soul is here
(lemme see u get down)
Let the head bob
Get freaky, let the head bob (come on)
We should all come 2gether 2 the newpower soul (come
2gether)
(lemme see u get down)
Let the head bob
Get freaky, let the head bob (come on, come on)
Itll make u feel much better (feel better) - come on, baby, lets go!
Newpower soul
(we should all) {repeat sample}
Gemini rising on the 7th day
Makin mad sex, until ure in my arms, ok?
Cuz when u love somebody like that, its cool
U gots no need 4 the shoo-bed-ooh-bed-ooh
The good life, yeah, well be livin
Pushin up on every freak this side of heaven
Come on, come on, shake it, come on
U know I bes the one with the funky music, hon
And Im layin phat claims 2 the booty
Phat claims 2 the newpower booty
Keepin the crowd movin, yall, is my one and only duty, ooh wee!
With the newpower soul
Right on
We should all
We, we should all
Every while in the day 3 times my brother hit me on the one (get
Freaky)
Abuse like thatll either make u funky or make u wanna buy a gun
(we, we should all)
Id much rather get my freak on and make u if I can
Newpower soul lay claim 2 the booty - come on girl, lets jam!
Get freaky, let your head bob (get freaky, let your head bob)
We should all come 2gether 2 the newpower soul (come
2gether)
Come on, get your freak on
Itll make u feel much better - come on, baby, lets go!
(lemme see u get down)
Oh!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on horns, freak on
Yeah (we should all come 2gether)
Right on
Everybodys coming 2 the newpower soul
Let the head bob
Get freaky, let the head bob (yeah)
(lemme see u get down)
We should all come 2gether 2 the newpower soul (come on)
(2 the newpower soul)
Let the head bob
Get freaky, let the head bob (yeah, well come on)
(lemme see u get down)
We should all come 2gether 2 the newpower soul (come
2gether)
Right on
Lemme see u get down
Newpower soul
song performed by by Prince
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Love 2 The 9s
U say that u love me like river
A river u sayll never run dry
Id rather hear u say 4 ever
Instead of a smile Id rather see u cry
Dont use the magical
Mysterious, intoxicating, joy fantastic
Fascinating word called love
Unless u love me 2 the 9s
This is the only kind of love
That Ive been dreaming of
The kind of love that takes over your
Body, mind, and soul
Love 2 the 9s
Baby, (2 the 9s)
I wanna be loved 2 the 9s (2 the 9s)
I wanna be loved, sugar (2 the 9s)
I wanna be loved 4 all time (4 all time)
Baby, take a real good look at my face
Cuz honey, it just might be the last time
Maybe u should have played an ace
Instead u played the queen
Ud be better off cheatin than tryin
2 read my mind
Dont use the magical
Mysterious, intoxicating, joy fantastic
Fascinating word called love
Unless u love me 2 the 9s
This is the only kind of love
That Ive been dreaming of
The kind of love that takes over your
Body, mind, and soul
Love 2 the 9s
Baby, (2 the 9s)
I wanna be loved 2 the 9s (2 the 9s)
I wanna be loved, sugar (2 the 9s)
I wanna be loved 4 all time (4 all time)
Love me 2 the (9s)
Stay awake 4 4teen hours
Listen 2 the band play new power soul
We got 2 get with this
Dancing 2 the beat til we lose our mind control
Can I get a witness?
Im lookin 4 a lover with a body that says some mo
I want 2 see the booty boom before I even let
Her get close enough 2 smell perfume
Im lookin 4 a phd
Ass piled high and deep u see
I cant help it - like a honey 2 a bee -
If the booty boom she gonna go with me
And then t. will whip out a 37 questionnaire and
Machine gun a sister like he just dont care
Machine gun a sister like he just got 2
Just got 2, just got 2 - hit it
Name - arabia
Age - jailbait
Occupation, if any - sex symbol to many, but I really got a beautiful mind
Fine, fine. what sign u are - stop sign
Well, whats your favorite car - green rolls-royce
How many kids u got - egads, Im shocked!
How many books u read - is hemmingway dead?
Well whos the president now - does it matter? wow
Then how u gonna make that booty boom?
how Im gonna make that booty boom?
I say how u gonna make that booty boom
how Im gonna make that booty boom...
step back, give a girl some room
Dance girl - lemme see the booty boom
Dance girl - lemme see the booty boom
Dance girl - lemme see the booty boom
Dance girl - lemme see the booty boom
Dance girl - lemme see the booty boom
Dance girl - lemme see the booty boom
Dance girl - lemme see the booty boom
Dance girl - lemme see the booty boom
Yo, check this out
Would u hug me on a crowded street?
Could u keep your cool if I washed your feet?
U soul a bath
What if I gave it, your body I ask
How long would u save it?
Could u lie down on a bed of thorns
While I drink your ocean dry?
And if we said we loved each other
Instead of smilin, would u cry?
Could u kiss 3 times with your dress upside
Downstroked and laughin
Would u stay awake 4 4teen hours
Listenin 2 the grass grow?
I ask thee would u, could u,
Would u love me 2 the 9s (Ill love u 2 the 9s)
Would u, could u,
Will u love me for all time? (Ill love u 4 all time)
Would u, could u,
Will u love me 2 the 9s (Ill love u 2 the 9s)
(love 2 the 9s)
(love 4 all time)
Wanna be loved, sugar (love 2 the 9s)
Wann be loved 4 all time (love 4 all time)
Love me 2 the 9s (2 the 9s)
I wanna be loved 2 the 9s (2 the 9s)
4 all time
2 the 9s, 2 the 9s, 2 the 9s
2 the 9s, 2 the 9s, 2 the 9s
song performed by by Prince
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Crime
Shirking duty
Is crime
Shirking duty
Is sin
Shirking duty
Brings discredit
And losing honour
And fame
Shirking duty
Is painful and infamy
Shunning duty
Is a crime
Is a sin.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The Woman In The Short-Shorts. (A Very Funny Story!)
There was a woman wearing very short shorts...
The Husband just stared at them.
You'd of thought that She just had performed a can, can? ...
But still He stared as best as can, only because, He was just a Man.
You might say that 'Her risen hem...
Attracted many Male stares, all of them.
Men just love a curvaceous booty...
Their eyes are always performing their, usual eye candied duty.
That Husband was slapped as hit...
By the looks of His right eye, You'd think Him as landed in a Wasp nest, or an Asp's, or a Rattle snake pit.
Black and blue, as well as exhibiting a nasty, large swell...
Was His right eye, as easily, You'd tell.
This Mild Mannered Husband, would no longer stare...
For the benefit of His eyes, He would really and cautiously care
poem by Michael Gale
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Stop That Copying Of Me That You Do
Stop your copping on my duty,
That your are trying to scoop.
Stop your snooping to excuse it too,
Boo!
Stop your copping on my duty,
That your are trying to scoop.
'Cause I choose not to get moody,
Showing attitude.
And while you're at it,
Choose somebody else to boost.
And while you're at it,
Choose somebody else to use,
Boo.
And while you're at it,
Choose somebody else to boost.
And...
Stop that copying of me that you do.
And while you're at it,
Choose somebody else to boost.
And while you're at it,
Choose somebody else to use,
Boo.
And while you're at it,
Choose somebody else to boost.
And...
Stop that copying of me that you do.
Stop your copping on my duty,
That your are trying to scoop.
Stop your snooping to excuse it too,
Boo!
Stop your copping on my duty,
That your are trying to scoop.
'Cause I choose not to get moody,
Showing attitude.
And while you're at it,
Choose somebody else to boost.
And while you're at it,
Choose somebody else to use,
Boo.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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