Erica Kane
[verse:1]
Shes back on the street her fear for night
Feel you with grief she cuts like a knife
Beck you the things that no others could do
She turns a profess into a fool
Oh she aint hard to get the girl gets around
Those that she met their distant to drown
Shell make ya change like you like you never believe
She turns a working man into theif
Oh
[chorus:]
Shes erica erica erica erica
Shes erica erica erica erica
Shes erica erica erica erica
Shes erica erica erica (erica kane)
Shes erica erica erica erica (yo yo)
Shes erica erica erica erica
Shes erica erica erica erica
Shes erica erica erica(erica kane)
Oh back on the block shes at it again
Shell be your friend as long as you spend
I know she torn whole familes apart
She shoot a posion arrow straight threw your heart
Oh this is the day for erica kane
Theres nothing to lose none for her gain
Shell make a honest man steal from his folks
And drain a million man until he go broke
[chorus x2]
[bridge:]
I really dont think you should mess around
Cause all shell do is bring you down
And theres nothing for you to gain
And she goes by this name...
[chorus x2]
song performed by by Aaliyah
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The Truce Between the Sexes
For a long time unhappy
with my man,
I blamed men,
blamed marriage, blamed
the whole bleeding world,
Because I could not lie in bed with him
without lying to him
or else to myself,
& lying to myself
became increasingly hard
as my poems
struck rock.
My life & my poems lived apart;
I had to marry them,
& marrying them
meant divorcing him,
divorcing the lie.
Now I lie in bed
with my poems on the sheets
& a man I love
sleeping or reading
at my side.
Because I love him,
I do not think of him
as 'Men,'
but as my friend.
Hate generalizes;
love is particular.
He is not Men, man, male-
all those maddening m's
muttering like machine-gun spittle,
but only a person like me,
dreaming, vulnerable, scared,
his dreams
opening into rooms
where the chairs
are wishes you can sit on
& the rugs are wonderful
with oriental birds.
The first month we lived together
I was mad with joy,
thinking that a person with a penis
could dream, tell jokes, even cry.
Now I found it usual,
& when other women sputter
of their rage,
I look at them blankly,
half comprehending
those poor medieval creatures
from a dark, dark age.
I wonder about myself.
Was I always so fickle?
Must politics always be personal?
If I struck oil,
would I crusade
for depletion allowances?
Erica, Erica,
you are hard on yourself.
Lie back & enjoy the cease-fire.
Trouble will come again.
Sex will grow horns & warts.
The white sheets of this bed
will be splattered with blood.
Just wait.
But I don't believe it.
There will be trouble enough,
but a different sort.
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Mambo No. 5
Mambo No. 5 (A Little Bit Of ...)
Ladies and gentlemen, this is Mambo No 5
One, two , three four, five
everybody in the car so come on let's ride
To the liqueur-store around the corner,
the boys say they want some gin and juice
but I really don't wanna
beerbust like I had last week
I must stay deep 'cause talk is a cheap
I like Angela, Pamela, Sandra and Rita
and as I continue you know they're gettin' sweeter
so what can I do I really beg you my Lord
to me flirtin' it's just like a sport
anything fly it's all good let me dump it
please set in the trumpet
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a little bit of Erica by my side
a little bit of Rita is all I need
a little bit of Tina is what I see
a little bit of Sandra in the sun
a little bit of Mary all night long
a little bit of Jessica here I am
a little bit of you makes me your man
jump up and down and move it all around
shake your head to the sound put your hands an the ground
take one step left and one step right
one to the front and one to the side
clap your hands once and clap your hands twice
and if it looks like this then you doin' it right
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a little bit of Erica by my side
a little bit of Rita is all I need
a little bit of Tina is what I see
a little bit of Sandra in the sun
a little bit of Mary all night long
a little bit of Jessica here I am
a little bit of you makes me your man
Trumpet, the Trumpet!
Mambo No 5
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a little bit of Erica by my side
a little bit of Rita is all I need
a little bit of Tina is what I see
a little bit of Sandra in the sun
a little bit of Mary all night long
a little bit of Jessica here I am
a little bit of you makes me your man
I do all to fall in love with a girl like you
You can't run and you can't hide you and me gonna touch the sky
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Gossip is the opiate of the oppressed.
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He who can take advice is sometimes superior to him who can give it.
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Singularity shows something wrong in the mind.
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True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.
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Take your life in your own hands and what happens A terrible thing no one to blame.
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