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She's In Style

She's in style
She's got that infamous smile
And no one could reject her doe eyes
Everyone says she's a kind of lunatic
Or maybe she's just a bit eccentric
Don't be tricked by her alluring lips
Don't be deceived by her swaying hips
Or you only be moved like an easy puppet

She's in style
You will shiver by the mischief laugh from a mile
And no one could escape her silky web
Everyone says she's a kind of freak
Or maybe she's just too energetic
Don't be trapped by her seducing skin
Don't be swept by her blowing hair
Or you only act like obedient pet

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Style

Style must not be underrated
Style is often overlooked
Style is never in the papers
I read it like an open book
Style
If you cant see the substance
Style shows how its organized
Style is looking for your money
Its in the way you paint your eyes
There is always a way
A way things are done
Ive been learning my abcs
I know what is 10, I know what is 1 in
Style is a naked look
Underneath your style
Style of a different place
Talking through your style
Even the way you hide it
Reveals the thing you hide
Your style may never cause a riot
Its still a style to have no style
There is always a way
To light up a lamp
Its been a crazy year all around
The check never came
I cant let it cramp my
Style is a world for sale
You cant buy this style
Style that you cant resist
You wont cramp my style

song performed by by Utopia
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Ya'll

Y'all niggaz tryna steal my style
Some of y'all niggas tryna steal my style
I think y'all niggaz tryna steal my style
What you gone do next try and steal my smile
Some of y'all niggas tryna steal my style
I think y'all niggaz tryna steal my style
What you gone do next try and steal my smile

Y'all niggaz tryna steal my style
Remember in I-5 you couldn't feel my style
Remember when y'all said you ain't nuttin but a kid
Y'all said I wouldn't make it
Hey but I did
Remember when y'all said me and hump ain't workin'
Just check the driveway nigga we ain't hurtin'
I bet y'all niggas never take a bank style
It ain't my fault that yo group ain't high
It ain't my fault that you can't do shows
Either we movin' to fast or y'all movin' to slow
Now why you wanna go out and make me mad
If you drop another album you gone make me laugh

Cause y'all niggas tryna steal my style
Some of y'all niggas tryna steal my style
I think y'all niggaz tryna steal my style
What you gone do next try and steal my smile
Y'all niggaz tryna steal my style
Some of y'all niggas tryna steal my style
I think y'all niggaz tryna steal my style
What you gone do next try and steal my smile

Buy the car
Buy the house
Remember that
That was me
Diamonds all in yo face
Remember that
That was me and C
Southside still holdin'
Me

song performed by by Lil' Flip from The Leprechaun
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Lady Named Suzae

There is a Lady named Suzae

cartoonist/writer supreme,

she is the creator of all the children’s birthday dreams.

To know her isn’t easy she has beauty, style and grace,

She has a complicated mind and a very lovely face.

With her hair a golden sun light, she makes the cloudy days bright,

Her voluptuous lips and captivating smile gives her a bit of that

Norma Jean Style.

She is witty, wondrous and wise,

You can see it in her eyes.

Written by an old friend for me.

poem by Christina Sunrise
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All You See

Ooh Ooh
Aaah Aaah
Aaah Haa
Ooh Ooh
Aaah Aaah
Hey Hey
Verse 1 Terry
You best believe everyday I get the same ole thang
All kind of bruthas coming up to me
With silly lies that could make you sick oh they need to quit
And get away from me, don't get me wrong I like attention too
But do they really have to act a foolCuz they see a lady lookin' good?
Please admit
Chorus
Is it my hips? my lips?
My eyes? My thighs?
My chest? My hair?
My big ole hey-e-e-ea
Is that all you see?
Is it my hips? My lips?
My eyes? My thighs?
My chest? My hair?
My big ole hey-e-e-ea
Is that all you see?
Verse 2 Terry
In a limousine, fancy car, bling-bling-bling
Even if you're standing 6 foot 3 or 3 feet tall with no teeth
Have respect for me, try conversation please
Before you try and put your hands on me
When will they ever learn there's more to me,
Than T&A on this PYT
Daddy please
Chorus
Is it my hips? my lips? (Daddy)
My eyes? My thighs?
My chest?(My chest) My hair? (My hair)
My big ole hey-e-e-ea
Is that all you see?
Is it my hips? (My hips) my lips? (My lips)
My eyes? (My eyes) My thighs? (My thighs)
My chest? (My chest) My hair? (My hair)
My big ole hey-e-e-ea
Is that all you see?
Bridge Michael Marshall:
How come you actin' like you don't know
Why some bruthas always lose control
When you're wearing them hip high jeans
With your thong out baby please let a playa speak
And don't you start to tweak,
You got the body that can make men weep
So when you walk around in those do me clothes like those videhos
Girl you need to know that all I'm lookin' at is
Chorus
Hips and lipsAnd eyes, your thighs
Your chest, your hair
Girl that big ole (hey-e-e-ea)
Is that all you see?
Your hips, your lips
Your eyes, your thighs
Your chest baby, your hair
You're sexy underwear (hey-e-e-ea)
Is that all you see?
Uh-huh Uh-huh sexy underwear I see
Ooh and I know, I know
Your hips somethin' 'bout your thighs
Is driving me crazy, Ooh hey uh-huh uh-huh
(Ooh)Ooh Ooh
Aaah Aaah
Aaah Haa
Ooh Ooh
Aaah Aaah
Hey Hey
(hey-e-e-ea)
Is that all you see?

song performed by by En Vogue
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7 Things I Love About You

1. I love your beautiful brown eyes
When I look in your eyes
I see love between us and sparks
I see connection between us

2. I love your short brownish hair
When you fixed it; I just love it
When you move it back and forth
I get lost in space

3. I love your pretty smile
That I can't stop looking at it
Your smile is like a diamond
Your smile is so cute

4. I love your style
Its amazing thing I ever see
Your style is like a skater boy
Something new and different in good way

5. I love your laugh
When time you do it
It makes me want to laugh too
I can't get your laugh out my mind

6. I love your personality
Everything about it's so amazing
I learn something new everyday
It's so interesting and great to learn

7. I love your moves
The way you walk
The way you run and jump over desk
It's so cool and its move you learn from skateboarding

7 things I love about you

poem by Christina Phan
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Style

(style) style, uh!
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Style, dig it
(style) style, come on
Uh, style
Style is not something that comes in a bottle
Style is more like jackie o. when she was doin aristotle
Style is not a logo that sticks 2 the roof of ones ass
Style is like a second cousin 2 class
U got it! - style, come on
U got it! - style, say what?
U got it! - style, come on
U got it! - style, check it
Style aint sittin court side with the owner of the team
Style is owning the court and charging em all a fee
Style is not lusting after someone because theyre cool
Style is loving yourself til everyone else does 2
U got it! - style, come on
U got it! - style, maybe
U got it! - style, well well
U got it! - style
Bridge:
Style dont get drunk on a saturday night
Try 2 dress up every sunday mornin bright
Style dont get married then break the vow in a year
Style is keepin a promise
Raise your hand yall if u hear me
(style) {x2}
Style is not biting style when u cant find the funk
Style is the face u make on a michael jordon dunk
Style aint the jeep u bought when u know your broke ass got bills
Style is lettin your lover drive while u talk on the phone and chill
U got it! - style
U got it! - style, maybe
U got it! - style, come on
U got it! - style
Bridge:
Style is a gold-tooth smile with an attitude
Style is a peaceful wild postin the rude
Style is growing your own food
Style is a non-violent march
Style is an accurate account of whats inside every heart (style)
Style is not a lie
Style is a man that cries
Style is the glow in a pregnant womans eyes
(style) {x4}
U got it! - style, come on
U got it! - style, do that, do that
U got it! - style, got it?
U got it! - style, mad, come on
(style) u got it! - yeah
(style) u got it!
Style is a peaceful wild yall
(style) u got it! - style
(style) u got it!
Style is not thinking about style
So let me stop (style)
(style) {repeats in bg}
Its nice man
What u call that?
Style, I like that
Its about me?
(keep, keep, keepin on, people gotta keep, keep, keepin on)
Right on (u got it!)
I aint got no job, but I got style
Style, yeah
(style) u got it!
Oh yeah
Hang on, hang on...
Style is buying your moms a house
Style is a clean mouth
Style is puppy breath
Style is no fear of death
Style is alis jab
Style is hailing a cab (style)
Then u know, givin em the finger when they pass your ass!
(style) (u got it!) bonnie, bonnie
(style) (u got it!) oh yeah
(style) shirley, shake your ass, shirley
(sytle) shirley, shirley, I love u, shirley
(style) (u got it!) {repeat in bg)
Style is mayte in the shower
Style is a soul new power
Style is when all black men are free
Style is u and me
(u got it!) {x3}

song performed by by Prince
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Occupation

To be part of you, to become one
of a silky kind of shuddering,
when emotions and words fail,
in the pure unity that brings everything together
is more than passion without pretension,
when your eyes arrow sharp go much deeper,
when we are swept away on an unknown way,
coming to a new kind of meaning,
then it is of both a kind of occupation.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Leave off the Agony in Style

Come all ye good people, listen to me, pray,
While I speak of fashion and style of today;
If you will notice, kind hearts it will beguile,
To keep in fashion and putting on style.

Chorus --

Leave off the agony, leave off style,
Unless you've got money by you all the while,
If you'll look about you you'll often have to smile,
To see so many people putting on style.

People in this country they think it is the best;
They work hard for money and lay it out in dress;
They think of the future with a pleasant smile,
And lay by no money while putting on style.

Chorus --

Some of the people will dress up so fine,
Will go out in company and have a pleasant time.
Will rob themselves of food, perhaps, all the while,
Sake of following fashions and putting on style.

Chorus --

I love to see the people dress neat and clean,
Likewise follow fashions, but not extremes;
Some friends will find it better in future awhile,
To lay by some money while putting on style.

Chorus --

Gentlemen on the jury decides the criminal's fate;
I pray you turn from wickedness before it is too late;
Sad, indeed, would be your friends to hear your name reviled,
Better be truly honest though putting on style.

Chorus --

Leave off the agony, leave off style,
Unless you've got money by you all the while.
If you look about you you'll often have to smile,
To see so many poor people putting on style.

poem by Julia A Moore
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Smile

I still remember the night we met
You said you loved my smile
But your love for me was like a summer breeze
Oh, it lasted for a while
I could hold on a little tighter I know
But when you love someone you gotta let em go so
Im gonna smile
cause I want to make you happy
Laugh, so you cant see me cry
Im gonna let you go in style
And even if it kills me
Im gonna smile
Kiss me once for the good times, baby
Kiss me twice for goodbye
You cant help how you dont feel
And it doesnt matter why
Give me a chance to bow out gracefully
cause thats how I want you to remember me
Im gonna smile
cause I want to make you happy
Laugh, so you cant see me cry
Im gonna let you go in style
And even if it kills me
Im gonna smile
Im gonna smile
So you can find the courage
Laugh, so you wont see me hurtin
Im gonna let you go in style
And even if it kills me
Im gonna smile.

song performed by by Lonestar
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A Lady Named Suzae

There is a Lady named Suzae

cartoonist/writer supreme,

she is the creator of all the children's birthday dreams.

To know her isn't easy she has beauty, style and grace,

She has a complicated mind and a very lovely face.

With her hair a golden sun light, she makes the cloudy days bright,

Her voluptuous lips and captivating smile gives her a bit of that

Norma Jean Style.

She is witty, wondrous and wise,

You can see it in her eyes.

Written by an old friend for me, Suzae~

Copyright 1993 & 2010 Chevalier Originals, Inc.

www.suzae.com www.suechevalier.com

poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Magic Is In You

Magic is in your skin I want to be in
Magic is in your eyes for you the perfect size
Magic is in everything you wear down you your underwear’s
Magic is in your touch I want you so much
Magic is in your voice that makes me loose all choice
Magic is in your look for you have me open like a book

Magic is in your lips right down to you hips
Magic is in your kiss that I do miss
Magic is in the air when you are there
Magic is in your hair for you do care
Magic is in your being for you are worth seeing
Magic is in your nose right down to your toes

Magic is in your quirkiness for you are happiness
Magic is in your walk and the way you talk
Magic is in your style and that beautiful profile
Magic is in your laughter for I’ll stay ever after
Magic is in your cheek for you make me weak
Magic is in your arms that hold me tight makes me feel all right

Magic is in your face so sweet you’re good enough to eat
Magic is in your smile for you I’d walk more than a mile
Magic is in your arms to hold that chases away the cold
Magic is in your kindness for you have taken away my sadness
Magic is in your romance for you have given me a second chance
Magic is in your bosom felt I melt

Magic is in everything you say that makes my day
Magic is in everything and everywhere because you are there
Magic is in everything for the joy you bring
Magic is in everything come what may for in your life I’ll stay
Magic is in everything for sure for you are the one I adore
Magic is in everything you do for I love you

poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Learning To Live Again

I burned my hand, I cut my face
Heaven knows how long its been
Since Ive felt so out of place
Im wonderin if Ill fit in.
Debbie and charley said theyd be here by nine
And deb said she might bring a friend
Just my luck, theyre right on time
So here I go again.
Im gonna smile my best smile
And Im gonna laugh like its going out of style
Look into her eyes and pray that she dont see
That learning to live again is killing me.
Little cafe, table for four
But theres just conversation for three
I like the way she let me get the door
I wonder what she thinks of me.
Debbie just whispered, youre doin fine
And I wish that I felt the same
Shes asked me to dance, now her hands in mine
Oh, my god, Ive forgotten her name.
But Im gonna smile my best smile
And Im gonna laugh like its going out of style
Look into her eyes and pray that she dont see
That learning to live again is killing me.
Now here we are beneath her porch light
And I say what a great time its been
A kiss on the cheek, a whisper goodnight
And I say, can I see you again.
And she just smiles her best smile
And she laughs like its going out of style
Looks into my eyes and says, well see
Oh this learning to live again is killing me
God this learning to live again is killing me

song performed by by Garth Brooks
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The Best Smile

It was a portrait
Of six feet height
Full size Lady Grace,
Minus lips on her face.

With all his skill
The artist failed still,
To give her a smile,
Free from any style.

He scanned every mile,
For that unseen smile,
One lovely to admire,
Forever, the world over.

Smiles, smiles every where,
But not a smile there,
New, true and plain,
His lady should own.

His wife smiled.
His girl smiled.
His servant smiled.
His boss smiled.

The milkmaid smiled.
The cartman smiled.
The beggar smiled.
The neighbour smiled.

The dandy smiled.
The waiter smiled.
The grocer smiled.
The councilor smiled.

He saw an ambitious smile,
Not an aesthetic smile,
And a cunning smile,
Not a winning smile.

He saw a dubious smile,
Not a divine smile,
And a greedy smile,
Not a graceful smile.

He saw a mischievous smile,
Not a magnanimous smile,
And a voluptuous smile,
Not a virtuous smile.

Smiles, with strings, he found,
Wherever he went round,
But not the best one,
The Lady Grace won.

The smile, the best,
He found at last,
From his own child,
Rocking in the cradle.

Now the Lady Grace smiled.
Thanks to the child.
The portrait was acclaimed,
The best of its kind.

(Longest word in English is 'Smiles'
Because there is a mile between 'S' and 'S')

poem by Rajaram Ramachandran
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For A Little While

(phil vassar/steve mandile/jerry vandiver)
(track 2 - time 3:33)
Hot sun dancin on the river
Were sittin on the bank and watch the world go by
Our feet in the water she pressed her lips to mine
We were so long on love but short on time
She could be a honeymoon sweet and a little wild
But she was mine oh, for a little while
And I laugh everytime I start to think about us
We sent that summer out in style
And shes gone but she let me with a smile
cause she was mine for a little while
Wed take a ride and head on down to airport road
Put the seats back watch the planes leave town
She always said nobodys strong enough to tie her down
Oh but I wasnt lookin for that anyhow
I knew shed leave but I didnt know when
It matters to me now oh but it didnt back then
And I laugh everytime I start to think about us
We sent that summer out in style
And shes gone but she let me with a smile
cause she was mine for a little while
I keep seein pictures now of me and her and those summer nights
My mind fills with her
Oh but its alright
cause I laugh everytime I start to think about us
We sent that summer out in style
And shes gone but she let me with a smile
cause she was mine for a little while
Yeah she was mine for a little while

song performed by by Tim McGraw
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God is unhappy

God is a Single
But God can’t create His spouse
That’s why there is hell!

God is the Most Kind
But God is not kind to all
God is the Big Mind!

God is the Most Wise
But God doesn’t know how to
Become all-time nice!

God is the So-So
But God is the best person
God is Mass and Glow!

God is unhappy
But God is so kind and good
He makes us happy!

We can make God smile
But we can't make God happy
God has His own style!

poem by Asif Andalib
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Beautiful Woman!

Beautiful like fresh flower,
Beautiful with rainbows in eyes,
Beautiful with shyness and smile,
beautiful woman!

Beautiful are the star like eyes
Deeper than deepest ocean,
Ocean of feelings and love,
Beautiful is that motherly heart!

Beautiful woman thy beauty is thy compassion,
Thy beauty is in patience and knowledge,
Thy beauty lies in flowerless lips with precious smile,

Beautiful woman, most abstract beauty,
Not that beauty felt by eyes
Nor that skin or hair,
Not that grace or style, beautiful woman,
you are the beauty!

Beautiful woman!
thy beauty shines
Moon in star studded sky,
Thy beauty flashes with every turn of your neck to the call of child,
like plant swing with
perfumed flower in the garden

When that beauty of heart beautifully expressed!
Where her beauty lies,
Is it in her body or mind,
Or is it in her heart soft and kind?
Who wants to get stick or bind,
That's why women race fast leaving wondering men behind!

poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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After Testing In a Marketed Ghetto

Style to address.
Style to impress,
Style.

Style to originate.
Update and/or replace.
To modify what has been done.
Refreshing an existence for everyone.
Whether or not,
It may irritate some.

While others may imitate it.
Style is what it takes,
To shape and remake to satisfy...
The taste of those who claim they know what it is!
After testing in a marketed ghetto.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Style (Pablo)

Now here comes a musical shack attack
Really on truly design to make you rock
Whether you white or black
In a pants or frock
Round a front or back
Down an bottom or on top
Is Pablo Ranks round the microphone a chat
On the musical shack attack seen (Dreadlocks)
Here them style ya now star
Ca me say if a don't Patton then a style
A me say is a don't Patton them a style (Smile)
A mi say if a don't patton them a style (Wicked on wile)
Say if a don't Patton them a style
Mi young a say strong Jah know mi well virile
True mi eant everything them a say that spwile
Man mi run way left mi yard them a say that mi wile
Say mi lock the education but mi versatile, true mi
Sell the callie weel on them mi collect the kile
Babylon want fi hold mi it is just for a while
Say mi break out a jail a man use a file
Say mi head in a the mountain - under low profile
Mi say if a don't Patton them a style (right)
A me say if a don't Patton them a style (Flashitta)
Ca me say if a don't Patton then a style (Bubble)
A mi say if a don't Patton then a style
But a true say Pablo cool Pablo wasn't hostile
Mi rub down fi mi skin yes in a coconut oil
Me rap ip fi mi weed in a bacofile
Mi chat the rub a dub fi make the girls them smile
The blood in a them body (man) me want it fi boil
With swet a run them back like a engine oil
With the lyrics them a fire like any missile
Pablo Ranks around the mic as your disciplin child
Well mi fire fi mi lyrics for a million mile
All the girls them in the dance say him dea under profile
Ca me say if a don't Patton them a style
A me say if a don't Patton them astyle (wicked and wile)
Say if a don't Patton then a style (Gwan)
Ca me say if a don't them a style
You know say Pablo Ranks him a you cullicked yard child
A tell you that Patton that a Patton
Me say style a style
But a snake on a lizard on a crocodile
But a them dea creature me say call reptile
But anywhere you go, you know those a pure style
But a Pablo Rankin dea ya cause him wicked and wile
Come fi run down the rubadub in a yard style
Make the girls them in the dance hall feel fi smile
Make the blood in a them body (just) starte fi boil
Make the swet a run them back like a engine oil
Ca mi fire them ya lyric fire them not like missile
Me say if a don't Patton them a style
A me say if a don't Patton them a style (wicked on wile)
Say if a don't Patton then a style
Cause me say if a don't Patton then a style
I'm young I'm strong Jah know mi well verile
True mi want everything them a say that mispwile
But run a left mi yard them a say that mi wile
Say mi lack the education but me versitile
Cause me sell the collie weed on then collect kile
Babylon them want fi hold me it is just for a while
Say me break out a jail an 9 man use a file
Say me head into the mountain under low profile
True say 9 man did cool 9 was never hostile
9 man rub down my skin in coconut oil
On rap up my weed in bacofoil
And 9 chat the rubadub fi make the girls them smile
Cause the blood their body's - 9 want it to boil
An the swet should run their backs like engine oil
Me say if it's not fashion then it's style
A me say if a don't Patton them a style
A me say if a don't Patton them a style (Wile)
A mi say if a don't Patton them a style
A fire them ya lyrics like a god dam missile
A fire them hot for one million miles
On true them never know me was disaplin child
Me go to the stadium an pass through the turnstile
But if 9 feel to walk 9 walk about five miles
Ca me say if a don't Patton then a style (right)
A me say if a don't Patton them a style (Gwan)
A me say if a don't Patton them a style (Kick up)
A me say if a don't Patton it's style

song performed by by Ub40
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Rural Scene

what you see
is this:

a straw hat
covering her hair
against the sun

she is just a
shadow

her eyes look
against you

you are blinded
by her
presence

her lips are
not delightful

as her hips
are no longer swaying to your
dictates

this is what you do not see:
her tongue
in cheek

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Don't Wake Me Up

Don't wake me up
I'm dreaming of you
Your skin
Your kiss
Your touch
Your laugh

Don't wake me up
I feel your skin
I smell your hair
I taste your lips
I see your eyes
I hear your laugh

Don't wake me up
Lest I forget
You never know
What if?

What if I forget
And it never happened
And you cease to exist to me
And it seems never to have happened
Please leave a reminder
So I never forget

Don't wake me up
Or I might break
I might fall apart
I might lose you
I might fail
I might forget
What then?
There's nothing left
So don't wake me up
Because you are all that I have

Your skin
Your lips
Your smell
Your touch
Your laugh
Your hair
Your eyes
So don't wake me up

Don't wake me up
Because I need you
And without you
There is nothing to wake up to
Don't wake me up

poem by Gwenevere Cornwell
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