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I could wear pretty dress
I could try to be beautiful
But it is not me I look at window

I could say something smart
I could confidently act
But I will not be able to rest 

Will you stop only because
some people say that you can't do that?

I'm fine, I'm well
But nothing could make me dwell
I want to run, I want to scream
I want to reach out my dream

The fun, the way
But nothing enough to stay
I want to break, I want to awake
Because everything felt like a fake

Even though it is only nightmare
For me it is still haunting
Even though it is not real
For me it is still frightening

But I'm not going to plea as a victim
I will not be waiting for blessing
I will take the first chance 
Before I regret about yesterday

I'm strong, I'm tough
But my heart is not rough
I want to laugh, I want to cry
I need a hold and try

Someone's more, someone's better
But I won't jump any lower
I want to be free, I want to soar
Before all I ever do is just roar

The anxiety, the confusion
It is draining my strength
The trouble, the temptation
And I wonder where is the end?

And who dares to aim?

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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My Winding Wheel

Well nighttime let her through
Yeah Im talking to you
I wanna see her
Precious little thing
With eyes that dance around without their clothes
So buy a pretty dress
Wear it out tonight
For anyone you think could out do me
Or better still be my winding wheel
Cause I feel just like a map
Without a single place to go of interest
And Im further north than south
If I could shut my mouth shed probably like this
So buy a pretty dress
And wear it out tonight
For all the boys you think could out do me
Or better still be my winding wheel
Be my winding wheel
Well the children laugh and sing a song that ushers in her driving rain
And Im standing in the station like some old record waiting on a train
So buy a pretty dress
Wear it out tonight
For anyone you think could out do me
Or better still be my winding wheel
Be my winding wheel

song performed by by Ryan Adams
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My Winding Wheel

(Original by Ryan Adams )
Well night time let her through
Yeah I am talking to you
I wanna see her
Precious little thing
with eyes that dance around without their clothes
So buy a pretty dress
Wear it out tonight
For anyone you think could out do me
Or better still, be my winding wheel
Cause I feel just like a map
Without a single place to go of interest
And I am further north than south
If I could shut my mouth she'd probably like this
So buy a pretty dress
And wear it out tonight
For all the boys you think could out do me
Or better still, be my winding wheel
Be my winding wheel
Well the children laugh and sing a song that ushers in her driving rain
And I am standing in the station like some old record waiting on a train
So buy a pretty dress
Wear it out tonight
For anyone you think could out do me
Or better still be my winding wheel
Be my winding wheel

song performed by by Counting Crows
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Mustang Instrumental

Baby, could U be the most beautiful girl in the world?
Oh God, what am I gonna do?
He finally called
What do I wear, what do I wear?
Maybe black, hmm...
Mmm... 2 sexy, 2 mysterious
Ooh, maybe the red dress
I don't know, it's 2 firey
He won't be able 2 sit still
He won't be able to eat
Mmm... what do I do, what do I do?
Maybe white, ooh, the white dress
2 pure, 2 virgin-like
Damn, maybe he's just gonna have 2 see me the way I am
Maybe I'll just wear the jeans with my holes
Hopefully he'll like me
I don't know
I hope he can accept me the way I am cuz I'm crazy about him...
The most beautiful girl in the world

song performed by by Prince
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Cheaters Road

(jason sellers/sharon rice)
Down a dirt road in southern louisiana
Flew a white continental with the top laid back
Pretty blonde sittin on a seat of red leather
Dust blowin outta those well wore tracks
She goin back
Moss hangin down like beards in the bayou
Old folks watchin from a rockin chair
Aint no place for a girl of her state
Shes gonna ruin her reputation
She dont care cause hes waitin there
Shes gonna say
Tell me you think that Im pretty
Tell me you think that Im smart
Tell me anything and Ill believe it
cause Im listening with my heart
Maybe its wrong but thats the way it goes
When the only love you get is down
Cheaters road
Bedsprings rubbin her back through the blanket
Sweat like a tear rollin down her neck
Watchin him pullin down the shades on the window
Shed rather have him than an empty bed and her self respect
And she says
Tell me you think that Im pretty
Tell me you think that Im smart
Tell me anything and Ill believe it
cause Im listening with my heart
Maybe its wrong but thats the way it goes
When the only love you get is down
Cheaters road
Old man countin his money in the city
Nothin but the bottom dollar on his mind
The whole situation is a downright pity
He didnt even notice when she crossed that line
When she crossed that line
And she said
Tell me you think that Im pretty
Tell me you think that Im smart
Tell me anything and Ill believe it
cause Im listening with my heart
Maybe its wrong but thats the way it goes
When the only love you get is down
Cheaters road
Down cheaters road
Oh tell me you think that Im pretty
Tell me you think that Im smart
Oh tell me you think that Im pretty
Tell me you think that Im smart
Oh tell me you think that Im pretty
Tell me you think that Im smart

song performed by by Lonestar
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Your Beautiful

Your beautiful
and not because of your sparkling brown eyes.
Your beautiful
and not because of your flawless hair
Your beautiful
and not because of the clothes you wear
Your beautiful
and not because of how you perfect your make-up
Your beautiful
and not because of what I tell you
Your beautiful
and not because of the image you've achieved
Your beautiful
and not because of where you rest at night
Your beautiful because of whats on the inside

poem by Ryan Whyte
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Hug me, please...

Please hug me, I like to feel your warmth,
addressing me with words of love and affection,
giving me the best of the world,
as far as you are concerned,
Looking at me lovingly with your eyes,
that are perfectly colored as your dress,
beautiful dresses that you wear to work,
you really look pretty and beautiful.
the long nails that you have,
sometimes scratch me,
the ornaments that you wear,
poke my face and body,
when you bend to show your love.
Mummy I am your child, please take me,
hug me, play with me and teach me,
the meaning for love,
how mummy birds bring the worms in their beaks,
to their baby birds through out morn,
and at the evening, merrily and happily.
No birds let their babies to be bird sit,
No animal let their young to suffer in cold,
they always hug their babies,
and their babies roll on their mothers.
I will not spoil your dress and make up,
please hug me mummy, I am your child,
You can put multiple layers of diapers,
and I would like to wear the heavy guard,
for your love mummy, only for the hug,
Please hug me, I am your baby, mummy.
I will not soil your blouse mummy.
I will not soil your shirt, Daddy..

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Even he, to whom most things that most people would think were pretty smart were pretty dumb, thought it was pretty smart.

Douglas Adams in The Salmon of Doubt
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Me in a Nutshell! ! !

I have been told that I am beautiful, smart, tall and innocent;
But that is what other people who don't know me well say.
From those who know me and they can back me up,
I am as innocent as a sharp knife, meaning I am not innocent at all.
I may be smart in which I am.
I am pretty not beautiful.
And I am not tall at all,
I am more of a medium height.
I am the doom of my sanity.
This is me according to me;
No-one else!

poem by MaddiiAnne O'Leary
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First Impressions can be false

The vicar wore a summer frock
when he was preaching to his flock.
His chosen theme intolerance
afforded him the perfect chance.

To openly admit he was
a little different because.
By nature disinclined to fight
the urges which to him felt right.

Confidently masculine.
He did not feel clothes should define
ones sexual identity
and should be viewed more tolerantly.

All deviations from the norm
considered so we might reform
The way we judge our fellow men
It is time to take stock again.

A brawny Scotsman we accept
can wear a kilt we don’t suspect.
that he might be effeminate.
In fact we think that he looks great.

A prime example of a man.
Which only goes to show we can forget
our preconceived ideas.
A man defines the clothes he wears

In days of yore Dandies would dress
in silks and velvet to impress
and would defend with naked steel
the right to dress the way they feel.

I find it hard to understand
why people condemn out of hand
Men who do not seem to care
what you think they ought wear.

A man has every right to dress
in any fashion more nor less.
Women can wear trouser suits
and if they choose to heavy boots.

If your reaction to his clothes
is to suspect he’s one of those
Then you display your ignorance
and complete lack of tolerance.

16-Jan-08

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Cant Stop Now

(coverdale/vandenberg)
My mama always said
If you want you should get in fast
While the goings good
Lie like a rug if you fool around
Just dont get caught with your trousers down
Somebody stop me,
Tie me down
I tell you, baby,
I cant, I cant stop now
My daddy said son gotta understand,
Dont think twice get it while you can
You cant hang around, you cant stand still,
Cos if you dont take it another man will
Somebody stop me,
Tie me down
I tell you, baby,
I cant, I cant stop now
I got an eye for a pretty girl,
An a sweet tooth for trouble
I cant stop, cant stop, cant stop now
I cant stop cause it tastes so good,
I got a sweet tooth
For trouble
No rest for the wicked, no peace of mind
When you got a jukebox heart
Working overtime
I maybe out of touch,
Maybe out of line
But, baby, you got your life
An I got mine
Somebody stop me,
Tie me down
I tell you, baby,
I cant, I cant stop now
I got an eye for a pretty girl,
An a sweet tooth for trouble
I cant stop, cant stop, cant stop now
I got an eye for a pretty girl,
An a sweet tooth for trouble

song performed by by Whitesnake
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Independent

she smart
she's beautiful
but i can have her
Miss Independent
her skin is pretty
she have her own job
17 year old Miss Independent
walk so good
smile look so pretty
Miss Independent
and I ment it
I need this independent girl
should i ask her to be mine
I'm thinking
I can't no I need to stop
Independent Girl

poem by Latrice Reed
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What Do Women Want?

I want a red dress.
I want it flimsy and cheap,
I want it too tight, I want to wear it
until someone tears it off me.
I want it sleeveless and backless,
this dress, so no one has to guess
what's underneath. I want to walk down
the street past Thrifty's and the hardware store
with all those keys glittering in the window,
past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old
donuts in their café, past the Guerra brothers
slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly,
hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders.
I want to walk like I'm the only
woman on earth and I can have my pick.
I want that red dress bad.
I want it to confirm
your worst fears about me,
to show you how little I care about you
or anything except what
I want. When I find it, I'll pull that garment
from its hanger like I'm choosing a body
to carry me into this world, through
the birth-cries and the love-cries too,
and I'll wear it like bones, like skin,
it'll be the goddamned
dress they bury me in.

poem by Kim Addonizio
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Beautiful, Antique Dollies

Beautiful, antique dollies
All stand in a row,
Laced with ornamental pretence,
Staring from the window.
Each beautiful, antique dolly,
Bears her beautiful, antique price,
For her pretty, satin ribbon
And her vacant, azure eyes.
One beautiful, antique dolly,
With her frosted, golden curls,
Is severed from the window,
For her reflection in a girl.
Now this beautiful, antique dolly,
Stands, no longer on her shelf,
Her ivory face is glowing
As she adorns by herself.
All the other antique dollies,
In the window where they stay
Whisper after midnight
Of the dolly that went away.
Our beautiful, antique dolly
Rooted in her antique home
Watermarks her china skin
She hates to be alone.
One beautiful, antique dolly,
Breaks her brilliant, painted smile,
Climbs down from her silver stand
And shatters on the tile.

poem by Victoria Annette Bailey
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Beautiful Girl

Your not like any other girl.
Your special to me.
Your beautiful and smart.
I could go on how much you mean to me.
I want to tell you girl your beautiful as can be.
You will never be alone.
I will sit by you on the bus when your a lone.
I sit by you when your a lone at lunch or under the moonlight.
Your funny and make me laugh.
You might not be perfect to others, but your pretty perfect to me.
I gotta say girl your beautiful as can be.
Your the girl that make me act crazy and weird hoping it make you laugh when your down.
I say hey beautiful every time I see you.
I tell you no matter what you look like your beautiful to me inside and out.
You make me feel like I matter when you hug me.
I just gotta say your the girl that make me do crazy things just to make you laugh when your down.
I just want to tell you your beautiful as can be.
Don't change your looks, because girl your beautiful as can be.
I wanna take you somewhere so we can be alone and talk the day away.
Your flipping beautiful girl.
I can't stop saying all these things because when I am around you I just wanna see your beautiful smile.
Can't you tell you make me do crazy thing.
Can we talk all night and spend the night under the moonlight, because you look so beautiful under the moonlight.
I can't stop saying your beautiful as can be.
Can I tell you how much you make me smile.
Do I dare to tell you how beautiful you are to me.
I say it again your beautiful as can be.
Can we walk on the beach holding hand because girl your so beautiful to me.
I just wanna watch the sunset with you girl.
Girl your beautiful as can be.
So tell me girl do you want to walk home together holding hand like little kids.
Holding your hand would be amazing because you always make me smile.
I can tell you one more time your beautiful as can be so let run in the rain and hold each other into the end of time.

poem by EmoKid Beyond
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And The Healing Has Begun

And well walk down the avenue again
And well sing all the songs from way back when
And well walk down the avenue again and the healing has begun
And well walk down the avenue in style
And well walk down the avenue and well smile
And well say baby aint it all worthwhile when the healing has begun
I want you to put on your pretty summer dress
You can wear your easter bonnet and all the rest
And I wanna make love to you yes, yes, yes when the healing has begun
When you hear the music ringin in your soul
And you feel it in your heart and it grows and grows
And it comes from the backstreet rock & roll and the healing has begun
I want you to put on your pretty summer dress
You can wear your easter bonnet and all the rest
And I wanna make love to you yes, yes, yes and the healing has begun
Were gonna make music underneath the stars
Were gonna play to the violin and the two guitars
Were gonna sit there and play for hours and hours when the healing has begun
Spoken: wait a minute, listen, listen,
I didnt know you stayed up so late.
I just got home from a gig and I saw
You standing on the street.
Just let me move on up to this window-sill a lot yeah, I got some sherry.
You want a drop of port.
Lets move behind this door here.
Lets move on up behind this letter-box behind this door.
Lets go in your front room,
Lets play this muddy waters record you got there,
If you just open up a little bit
And let me ease on in this backstreet jellyroll....
Were gonna stay out all night long
And then were gonna go out and roam across the field
Baby you know how I feel when the healing has begun
When the healing, when the healing
Were gonna stay out all night long
Were gonna dance to the rock & roll
When the healing when the healing has begun
Baby just let me ease on a little bit, dig this backstreet jellyroll

song performed by by Van Morrison
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to the poor woman I love

I bought you a dress
Wear it
You are so beautiful
In it
You stand
And I will look
At you
You turn to the left
And to the right
And then
I ask you
To raise your head
With dignity
You will speak
To me
The words
I write on the letter
I sent with the
Money
You must say
You love me
Then I will
Bow before you
Inside this room
I will ask you
To take out the dress
Again
I want to see
This time
If you are
Already real
But you may
Not
If you don’t
Really like
It, so I can
Now take
my honest
exit..

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I bought you a dress
Wear it
You are so beautiful
In it
You stand
And I will look
At you
You turn to the left
And to the right
And then
I ask you
To raise your head
With dignity
You will speak
To me
The words
I write on the letter
I sent with the
Money
You must say
You love me
Then I will
Bow before you
Inside this room
I will ask you
To take out the dress
Again
I want to see
This time
If you are
Already real
But you may
Not
If you don’t
Really like
It, so I can
Now take
my honest
exit..

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Beautiful On The Inside

It is so sad
It's such a shame
You must not let yourself go

Look at your face
Look at those beautiful eyes
What do you do to yourself

What will they think
If they see you eat
If they see you standing there

You have such a beautiful head
You have such beautiful hair
Come on, do something about it

But mom I am pretty
Beautiful inside
Are you not seeing that tear

Stop whining
About my weight
I'm an emotional roller coaster

Live and let live
I know myself really
And I don't like that too

But I am beautiful, on the inside
And beautiful on the outside
Only you can't see that sometimes,
But I don't care anymore (hey, I'm 44!)

poem by Katinka Havermans
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The Woman In The Red Dress

The woman in the red dress
How I admire thee
How could one walk with such grace
And such beauty?
The woman in the red dress
Your comforting eyes
The beautiful color
Resembles the sunrise
The woman in the red dress
So young and youthful
A lie never leaves your lips
You are always truthful
The woman in the red dress
Your name, unknown
Your voice speaks with
The most beautiful of tone
The woman in the red dress
Why must you go?
Why don’t you stay
And allow our love to grow?

(May 2010)

poem by Devon McElveen
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The History Of The Hollies

(aint that) just like me
Searchin
Stay
Just one look
Here I go again
Were through
Yes I will
Im alive
Look through any window
If I needed someone
I cant let go
Bus stop
Stop stop stop
On a carousel
Carrie anne
King midas in reverse
Jennifer eccles
Listen to me
Sorry suzanne
He aint heavy, hes my brother
I cant tell the bottom from the top
Gasoline alley bred
Hey willy
Long cool woman in a black dress

song performed by by Hollies
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