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Spanish Women

The Spanish women don't wear slacks
Because their hips are too enormous.
'Tis true each bulbous bosom lacks
No inspiration that should warm us;
But how our ardor seems to freeze
When we behold their bulgy knees!

Their starry eyes and dusky hair,
Their dazzling teeth in smile so gracious,
I love, but oh I wish they were
Not so confoundedly curvacious.
I'm sure I would prefer them willowy,
Instead of obviously pillowy.

It may be that they're plump because
The caballeros like them that way;
Since men are lean and Nature's laws
Of contrast sway them to the fat way:
For few their dames as much adore, as
The señors love their sleek señoras.

Well, each according to his taste.
The dons prefer their women lardy,
But me, I likes a tiny waist,
And breast that fits a hand that's hardy:
In short, my bottom money backs
The baby who looks well in slacks.

poem by Robert William Service
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I Cant Control Myself

I cant stand still cause youve got me goin
Your slacks are low and your hips are showin
I take you girl as youre standin there
Your low cut slacks and your long black hair
Dont want you goin round with no one else
cause when Im with you I cant control myself
Defenses down and you got me shakin
You got me so that my nerves are breakin
If you knew me like I know you girl
Your knees would bend and your hair would curl
You make me move yea like no one else
cause when Im with you I cant control myself
Ive got this feeling thats inside of me
It makes me think of how things used to be
It makes me feel alright
When Im with you at night and we love
And we love
You thrill me so with this big temptation
This kind of feelin could move a nation
And Im okay when Im here with you
I do the things that you want me to
I do these things for no one else cause when Im with you I cant control myself
I cant control myself
I cant control myself
I cant control myself
I cant control myself
I cant control myself, baby

song performed by by Ramones
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Can't Control Myself

I can't stand still cause you've got me goin'
Your slacks are low and your hips are showin'
I take you girl as you're standin' there
Your low cut slacks and your long black hair
Don't want you goin' round with no one else
'cause when I'm with you I can't control myself

Defenses down and you got me shakin'
You got me so that my nerves are breakin'
If you knew me like I know you girl
Your knees would bend and your hair would curl
You make me move yea like no one else
'cause when I'm with you I can't control myself

I've got this feeling that's inside of me
It makes me think of how things used to be
It makes me feel alright
When I'm with you at night and we love
And we love

You thrill me so with this big temptation
This kind of feelin' could move a nation
And I'm okay when I'm here with you
I do the things that you want me to
I do these things for no one else
'cause when I'm with you I can't control myself
I can't control myself
I can't control myself
I can't control myself
I can't control myself
I can't control myself

song performed by by Ramones from Acid Eaters
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Hey, Schoolgirl / Black Slacks

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Simon & Garfunkel - Hey Schoolgirl-Black Slacks
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(1:32)
P. Simon and A. Garfunkel / J. Bennett and J. Denton
From the November 28, 1969 concert at Carnegie Hall; "Hey Schoolgirl" was originally released in 1956 by P. Simon and A. Garfunkel under the name of Tom and Jerry on the Big 613 label and reached #49 on the pop charts
Art: "There's another album we were thinking of doing, our greatest hits, and, uh, if we did we thought we'd call it 'Hey Schoolgirl In The Second Row' and twelve others. We'd like to sing our first hit, of 1956."
Oo-bop-a-loo-cha-bop, you're mine
Woo-bop-a-loo-cha-bop, you're mine
Hey schoolgirl in the second row
Teacher's lookin' over so I gotta whisper way down low
I say, woo-bop-a-loo-cha-bop, let's meet
After school at three
Hey, baby, there's one thing more
School is over at half past four
Maybe when we're older, then we can date
Ooo, let's wait
Black slacks
Black slacks
Black slacks
Black slacks
Black slacks
Take it cool, daddy-o
When I put 'em on, I'm a-rarin' to go

song performed by by Simon & Garfunkel
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Some Women Like Their Men

Some women like their men gentle and some like them rough
And some like them clever and some like them tough
When it comes to the male kind few women agree
We all look at things one might say differently
Some women the macho type of a bloke do prefer
The refined type of fellow is not one for her
And good looks and youthfulness to some little to amount
The one with heaps of money to them only count,
Some women than others are harder to please
And some go for a man with the Uni Degrees
And some women do prefer muscles to brain
How chemistry works in people is beyond me to explain
When it comes to men few women agree
We all look at things one might say differently.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Do You Love Women? ? ?

Do you LOVE women? I mean, REALLY LOVE them?
I AINT talkin' prostitutes!
For the sake of daughters, sisters and mothers,
I AINT talkin' birthday suits!

Do you LOVE women? Including smart women?
The ones who earn more than you?
LOVE them beyond polished nails and red lipstick,
Beyond the latest hair-do?

LOVE them beyond the fleeting orgasm,
After the pleasure passes?
LOVE them beyond what they do for your body,
Beyond their tits and asses?

LOVE them, but know that no man may control them...
Love them with true expression.
And teach your sons from the very beginning
'She is not a possession! '

Do you LOVE women? I mean TRULY LOVE them?
Even in heels that are flat?
If you're not willing to LOVE and respect them...

You may prefer a doormat!

Or perhaps a blow up doll....

(Trump are you listening... Rosie was right!)

poem by ToddMichael St. Pierre
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Brena

My reflection wraps and pulls me under healing waters to be bathed in
Breña guides me safely in worlds i've never been to heal me heal me my dear breña
So vulnerable but it's all right heal me heal me my dear breña
Show me lonely and show me openings to lead me closer to you my dear brea
So vulnerable but it's all right opening to heal

song performed by by A Perfect Circle
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Bre Ntilde;A

My reflection wraps and pulls me under healing waters to be bathed in
Breña guides me safely in worlds Ive never been to heal me heal me my dear breña
So vulnerable but its all right heal me heal me my dear breña
Show me lonely and show me openings to lead me closer to you my dear brea
So vulnerable but its all right opening to heal

song performed by by A Perfect Circle
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Woman´s World

It is a woman´s world

The new sex symbols are men they want to look like
muscular heroes seen on TV and on films.
They train several times a day to get a perfect body
other men have, thinking they must to attract women,
but all they attract are other men who fall into
the same trap what a beautiful body is the beginning
and a goal by itself. Why is it that men have been
reduced to think of their body must be perfect when
it by itself has little value? In a world where women
are equal; men subconsciously think they have in order
to attract women must look nice and attractive.
But women are not stupid they may adore a beautiful
Body, but they prefer, after having a fling with a body
builder, marry a man with prospects who can give
them security and economic stability. Women are not
romantic, they pretend to be, but prefer to marry
a man who can look after their children regardless if
the man are the real fathers or not, because a man
will accept a foundling in the name of love.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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Possibilities

I prefer movies.
I prefer cats.
I prefer the oaks along the Warta.
I prefer Dickens to Dostoyevsky.
I prefer myself liking people
to myself loving mankind.
I prefer keeping a needle and thread on hand, just in case.
I prefer the color green.
I prefer not to maintain
that reason is to blame for everything.
I prefer exceptions.
I prefer to leave early.
I prefer talking to doctors about something else.
I prefer the old fine-lined illustrations.
I prefer the absurdity of writing poems
to the absurdity of not writing poems.
I prefer, where love's concerned, nonspecific anniversaries
that can be celebrated every day.
I prefer moralists
who promise me nothing.
I prefer cunning kindness to the over-trustful kind.
I prefer the earth in civvies.
I prefer conquered to conquering countries.
I prefer having some reservations.
I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.
I prefer Grimms' fairy tales to the newspapers' front pages.
I prefer leaves without flowers to flowers without leaves.
I prefer dogs with uncropped tails.
I prefer light eyes, since mine are dark.
I prefer desk drawers.
I prefer many things that I haven't mentioned here
to many things I've also left unsaid.
I prefer zeroes on the loose
to those lined up behind a cipher.
I prefer the time of insects to the time of stars.
I prefer to knock on wood.
I prefer not to ask how much longer and when.
I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility
that existence has its own reason for being.

poem by Wislawa Szymborska
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You Can't Can Love

I don't know how the fishes feel, but I can't help thinking it odd,
That a gay young flapper of a female eel should fall in love with a cod.
Yet - that's exactly what she did and it only goes to prove,
That' what evr you do you can't put the lid on that crazy feeling Love.

Now that young tom-cod was a dreadful rake, and he had no wish to wed,
But he feared that her foolish heart would break, so this is what he said:
"Some fellows prize a woman's eyes, and some admire her lips,
While some have a taste for a tiny waist, but - me, what I like is HIPS."

"So you see, my dear," said that gay tom-cod, "Exactly how I feel;
Oh I hate to be unkind but I know my mind, and there ain't no hips on an eel."
"Alas! that's true," said the foolish fish, as she blushed to her finny tips:
"And with might and main, though it gives me pain, I'll try to develop hips."

So day and night with all her might she physical culturized;
But alas and alack, in the middle of her back no hump she recognized.
So - then she knew that her love eclipse was fated from the start;
For you never yet saw an eel with hips, so she died of a broken heart.

Chorus:
Oh you've gotta hand it out to Love, to Love you can't can Love
You'll find it from the bottom of the briny deep to the blue above.
From the Belgin hare to the Polar Bear, and the turtle dove,
You can look where you please, But from elephant to fleas,
You'll never put the lid on Love.

You can look where you choose, But from crabs to kangaroos,
You'll never put the lid on Love.

You can look where you like, But from polywogs to pike,
You'll never put the lid on Love.

You can look where you please, But from buffalo to bees,
You'll never put the lid on Love.

poem by Robert William Service
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Women

I love women, I think theyre great
Theyre a solace to the world in a terrible state
Theyre a blessing to the eyes, a balm to soul
What a nightmare to have no women in the world
I love women
I love women
I love women
We all love women
I used to look at women in the magazines
I know that it was sexist, but I was in my teens
I was very bitter, all my sex was on the sly
I couldnt keep my hands off women, and I wont till I die
I love women
Ah, I love women
We love women
We all love women
A womans love can lift you up, and women can inspire
I feel like buying flowers and hiring a celestial choir
A choir of castratis to serenade my love
Theyd sing a little bach for us and then wed make love
I love women
I love women
We all love women
We love women

song performed by by Lou Reed
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Estoy Sonando

Yo lo soñ
y el corazn
me habl de amor
con emocin
Si vives la magia
de hadas que hacen bien
veras que el futuro
sonrie tambin
Creo en angelitos
que me cuidan siempre de caer
Creo en angelitos
que la vida linda me hacen ver
Y llegar
yo lo soñ
Yo lo soñ
no fue ilusin
y me ayud
en mi afliccin
Y la fantasia
a la oscuridad
la transforma el dia
en una verdad
Creo en angelitos
que me cuidan siempre de caer
Creo en angelitos
que la vida linda me hacen ver
Y llegar
yo lo soñ
Y llegar
yo lo soñ
Yo lo soñ
y el corazn
me habl de amor
con emocin
Si vives la magia
de hadas que hacen bien
veras que el futuro
sonrie tambin
Creo en angelitos
que me cuidan siempre de caer
Creo en angelitos
que la vida linda me hacen ver
Y llegar
yo lo soñ

song performed by by ABBA
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Gold Coast Sugar Daddies

On the Gold Coast are many 'sugar daddies'
From fifty upwards beyond the three score
You see them hand in hand with younger women
From nineteen, twenty up to twenty four.

You see them wearing wigs to hide their baldness
And they use hair dyes to cover their gray
But they can't seem to hide their big pot bellies
And that of course a natural give away.

You see them with the finest of young women
Quite beautiful and dressed to catch the eye
They snuggle up to their old sugar daddies
Not much of course that money cannot buy.

They seem so proud to be seen with young beauties
How vain and stupid some old men can be
These women only want them for their money
But for some strange reason this they cannot see.

These women do not love their sugar daddies
They only use them for financial gain
And how these old men can't tell true love from falseness
Is something way beyond me to explain.

It doesn't mean if you are older you are wiser
For wisdom to an old man can't be taught
They think young women love them not their money
But they forget that women can be bought.

Some women put money ahead of feelings
And to the weakness of wealthy older men they play
They lead the fool on further for his money
But women on a whole are not that way.

You always see them with the finest women
Young and beautiful and dressed to catch the eye
These ageing 'sugar daddies' of the Gold Coast
There is not much that money cannot buy.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Prefer

Some women prefer the ape in men,
Makes them feel womanly, loved and well banged.

Some women prefer the softness of men,
Makes them feel more appreciated... after dinner.

Some women prefer the understanding of men,
makes them feel able top express whatever and whenever.

But a self-made woman just wants a man... for the frying pan...
The season's she will add as she Cook! em.

Ape, softness and understanding... are ways of behavior... and if any one of the three wants to gas...

Up here, all monkey business stops at the pump.

Plastic is not accepted.
(The management)

poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Women

Women behind bars, women in fast cars, women in distress, women with no dress
Women in airplanes, women who play games
Women in uniform, see that woman with her clothes gone
Women who satisfy, women you cant buy
Like women in magazines, and women in a limousine
Women who sip champagne, women who feel no pain
Women in a disco, and women who dont wanna know, no no
Oh, women wanting sympathy, women feeling extacy
Women who live in fantasies, bringing man to his knees
Women who boil to love, women who need a shove
Women who cant be beat, get that woman in the back seat, yeah yeah
Women in the usa, those women steal your heart away
Women into rock n roll, women who steal the show, go go go
Women that you write songs about, women that turn around and kick you out
Women you dream about all your life
Women that stab you in the back with a switchblade knife
Oh women, oohoo, talking bout women, all round the world
Yeah women, all the naughty girls, talking bout women, come on baby

song performed by by Foreigner
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Only Woman Bleed

Man's got his woman to take his seed
He's got the power - oh
She's got the need
She spends her life through pleasing up her man
She feeds him dinner or anything she can
She cries alone at night too often
He smokes and drinks and don't come home at all
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Man makes your hair gray
He's your life's mistake
All you're really lookin' for is an even break
He lies right at you
You know you hate this game
He slaps you once in a while and you live and love in pain
She cries alone at night too often
He smokes and drinks and don't come home at all
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Black eyes all of the time
Don't spend a dime
Clean up this grime
And you there down on your knees begging me please come
Watch me bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed

song performed by by Alice Cooper
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Only Women Bleed

Man's got his woman to take his seed
He's got the power - oh
She's got the need
She spends her life through pleasing up her man
She feeds him dinner or anything she can

She cries alone at night too often
He smokes and drinks and don't come home at all

Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed

Man makes your hair gray
He's your life's mistake
All you're really lookin' for is an even break
He lies right at you
You know you hate this game
He slaps you once in a while and you live and love in pain

She cries alone at night too often
He smokes and drinks and don't come home at all

Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed

Black eyes all of the time
Don't spend a dime
Clean up this grime
And you there down on your knees begging me please come
Watch me bleed

Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed

song performed by by Alice Cooper from Welcome To My Nightmare
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Hips Sway

Not the harsh sunshine
Cast soft dusk ambers instead
Brow furroughs not be shown
Let only clarity be read
Sway. Just sway

Close your eyes now
Sway
Let your mind wander now
Hips Sway
Let your mind wander
Hips Sway Sway

And like the road
That tells of no fatalities
Let me fool you one more time
Nievete travels smooth-Just fine
When you're with me
Sway Just sway

Close your eyes now
Sway
Let your mind wander now
Hips sway
Let your mind wander
Hips Sway Sway

Let the sweet of my lips
Linger on your finger tips
Longer than the rational of time
Not trying to keep you
Not trying to make you mine
Sway. Just sway

Close your eyes now
Sway
Let your mind wander now
Hips Sway
Let your mind wander
Hips Sway Sway

So when the night shadows
No longer move my way
Persuaded you can not be
Not even one more day
Impaled I will not be
Instead retreat to mountain tops
To face the sky and say
Remember how we used to sway

Close your eyes now
Sway.
Let your mind wander now
Hips Sway
Let your mind wander
Hips Sway Sway

poem by Atty Davis
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Her love is my inspiration

Her love is my inspiration

Love is the inspiration for my heart to sing a tune,
love is the inspiration for my ear to hear,
love is the inspiration for my soul to warm,
love is the inspiration for my mouth to smile,
love is the inspiration for my eyes to glisten.

Love is the inspiration to draw my soul near another
love is the inspiration for my mouth to utter sweet words,
love is the inspiration for my eyes to gaze upon her,
love is the inspiration for my heart to speak out.

Love is the inspiration for need, love is the inspiration for my mouth to touch hers,
love is the inspiration for my eyes to close,
love is the inspiration for my heart to race,
love is the inspiration for my tears to burn.

Love is the inspiration for longing,
love is the inspiration for my eyes to see only her,
love is the inspiration for my heart to cry out,
love is the inspiration for my ear to hear her whispers,
love is the inspiration for my soul to join hers forever.

Love is the inspiration for forever,
love is the inspiration for my heart to be whole,
love is the inspiration for my ear to always hear those words,
love is the inspiration for my soul to have hers,
love is the inpiration for my mouth to speak the truth.

Love is the inspiration for my soul to seek life
love is the inspirationfor my ear to hear her words,
love is the inspiration for my soul to reach for her,
love is the inspiration for my mouth to speak her truths,
love is the inspiration for my eyes to always look upon her first,

For she is the inspiration for my Love.

Nathaniel Cole Buddington

poem by Nathan Buddington
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What Women Want in Men

Some women want their spouses
to be real hardcore and a bully
some to be soft and fair bosses
others compassionate and silly
while others want them flawless
just to be loyal, caring and cool
others prefer them to be ruthless
heartless hunk, brute and a fool

Some women don’t like to be pampered
but get their orgasm by being hammered
some prefer buttocks spanked till it bleeds
another chained, dragged until she pleads
some women want lives free of man’s control
some do prefer enslavement to routine patrol
don’t jump to hasty conclusions about women
some proffer kind husbands joy and good omen

treat women with respect, and loving tenderness
they are the harmony to turn man’s lyrics to songs
sow love, compassion, attention and faithfulness
to reap all the virtues at where your heart belongs
let the beauty in her ugliness intoxicate your mind
and her inadequacies humour and fuel your passion
let her folly and weaknesses make you to be kind
for she overlooks all your failings in the same fashion

poem by Dela Bobobee
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