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A Cup Of Cappuccino

Medium heat showers at six in the morning
Freshen me up with that needed zest
Vitalizing me to face another day
The flow of water sounds like waterfalls
Pinnacles of a bathroom
Smells of hygiene everywhere
Shampoos, creamy soaps and aftershave lotions
What a day to start your motion

Back to my room
It’s like a routine; I’d know which band of clothes to choose
Soaking cologne to my body is a boost
Enhancing your confidence
And be more prudent
My wet look
Would make women get hooked

After doing my routine, I step out of the front door
Grabbing the morning newspaper from the lawn
Back to the living room
A delightful aroma of the best natural coffee
Penetrates my nostrils
My brain sends signals to my body
'Be ready for energy and vitality'
I sit down in the kitchen
Reading the headlines and checking my schedule
I pick up the cup on the table
My passion is tested
I deeply inhale
The first sip could expand your blood vessels
After the next sips
I could feel the blood rush
My heart was beating faster
Like a conga beat

The caffeine with a dropp of chocolates
Driving me to a roller coaster ride
That is what I need
To face the world
Get a cup of coffee
Get a Cappuccino
Don’t say no
You’ll know

poem by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
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Coffee

Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee
affords. I once read something about coffee. The thing said that coffee is good for you;
it stimulates all the organs.
I thought at first this was a strange way to put it, and not altogether pleasant, but
as time goes by I have found out that it makes sense in its own limited way. I'll tell you
what I mean.
Yesterday morning I went over to see a girl. I like her. Whatever we had going for us
is gone now. She does not care for me. I blew it and wish I hadn't.
I rang the door bell and waited on the stairs. I could hear her moving around upstairs.
The way she moved I could tell that she was getting up. I had awakened her.
Then she came down the stairs. I could feel her approach in my stomach. Every step she
took stirred my feelings and lead indirectly to her opening the door. She saw me and it
did not please her.
Once upon a time it pleased her very much, last week. I wonder where it went,
pretending to be naive.
"I feel strange now," she said. "I don't want to talk."
"I want a cup of coffee," I said, because it was the last thing in the world
that I wanted. I said it in such a way that it sounded as if I were reading her a telegram
from somebody else, a person who really wanted a cup of coffee, who cared about nothing
else.
"All right," she said.
I followed her up the stairs. It was ridiculous. She had just put some clothes on. They
had not quite adjusted themselves to her body. I could tell you about her ass. We went
into the kitchen.
She took a jar of instant coffee off the shelf and put it on the table. She placed a
cup next to it, and a spoon. I looked at them. She put a pan full of water on the stove
and turned the gas on under it.
All this time she did not say a word. Her clothes adjusted themselves to her body. I
won't. She left the kitchen.
Then she went down the stairs and outside to see if she had any mail. I didn't remember
seeing any. She came back up the stairs and went into another room. She closed the door
after her. I looked at the pan full of water on the stove.
I knew that it would take a year before the water started to boil. It was now October
and there was too much water in the pan. That was the problem. I threw half of the water
into the sink.
The water would boil faster now. It would take only six months. The house was quiet.
I looked out the back porch. There were sacks of garbage there. I stared at the garbage
and tried to figure out what she had been eating lately by studying the containers and
peelings and stuff. I couldn't tell a thing.
It was now March. The water started to boil. I was pleased by this.
I looked at the table. There was the jar of instant coffee, the empty cup and the spoon
all laid out like a funeral service. These are the things that you need to make a cup of
coffee.
When I left the house ten minutes later, the cup of coffee safely inside me like a
grave, I said, "Thank you for the cup of coffee."
"You're welcome," she said. Her voice came from behind a closed door. Her
voice sounded like another telegram. It was really time for me to leave.
I spent the rest of the day not making coffee. It was a comfort. And evening came, I
had dinner in a restaurant and went to a bar. I had some drinks and talked to some people.
We were bar people and said bar things. None of them remembered, and the bar closed. It
was two o'clock in the morning. I had to go outside. It was foggy and cold in San
Francisco. I wondered about the fog and felt very human and exposed.
I decided to go visit another girl. We had not been friends for over a year. Once we
were very close. I wondered what she was thinking about now.
I went to her house. She didn't have a door bell. That was a small victory. One must
keep track of all the small victories. I do, anyway.
She answered the door. She was holding a robe in front of her. She didn't believe that
she was seeing me. "What do you want?" she said, believing now that she was
seeing me. I walked right into the house.
She turned and closed the door in such a way that I could see her profile. She had not
bothered to wrap the robe completely around herself. She was just holding the robe in
front of herself.
I could see an unbroken line of body running from her head to her feet. It looked kind
of strange. Perhaps because it was so late at night.
"What do you want?" she said.
"I want a cup of coffee," I said. What a funny thing to say, to say again for
a cup of coffee was not what I really wanted.
She looked at me and wheeled slightly on the profile. She was not pleased to see me.
Let the AMA tell us that time heals. I looked at the unbroken line of her body.
"Why don't you have a cup of coffee with me?" I said. "I feel like
talking to you. We haven't talked for a long time."
She looked at me and wheeled slightly on the profile. I stared at the unbroken line of
her body. This was not good.
"It's too late," she said. "I have to get up in the morning. If you want
a cup of coffee, there's instant in the kitchen. I have to go to bed."
The kitchen light was on. I looked down the hall into the kitchen. I didn't feel like
going into the kitchen and having another cup of coffee by myself. I didn't feel like
going to anybody else's house and asking them for a cup of coffee.
I realized that the day had been committed to a very strange pilgrimage, and I had not
planned it that way. At least the jar of instant coffee was not on the table, beside an
empty white cup and a spoon.
They say in the spring a young man's fancy turns to thoughts of love. Perhaps if he has
enough time left over, his fancy can even make room for a cup of coffee.

poem by Richard Brautigan from Revenge of the Lawn (1971)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Every morning

You are faithful to your morning
Prayers and your habit of
Having coffee first
After waking up

So the room smells of coffee
Fumes wafting
Settling to
My nostrils
As I pretend sleeping

You complain somehow
That this room
No longer smells
The pungent
Odors
of lovers

Of our common
Sweat drying because
We have overslept
Because we are so exhausted
each one
unattended.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Meeting At Noon

They met at a coffee house
every day at noon.
They chose the same table
in the back of the room.
The aroma of the coffee
filled the air.
And while they smelled it
they continued to stare.
How was it, they wondered
that life could be
filled with remorse
that never let them be?

She, with a husband
whose mind was gone,
he, with a wife
whose body was gone,
They met each day
just to hold hands
and talk about
life's harsh demands.
They could not leave.
They were not that kind
but this meeting at noon
became the focus of their mind.

He watched her cry
and touched her face.
He knew her tears
he could not erase.
She watched him die
a little each day.
They prayed for the smell
of the coffee to stay.
and bring them peace
from these minutes at noon.
She stirred his coffee
and licked the spoon.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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She Is In Love

she is in love, how can i not notice it?
she wakes up early, goes into her garden
and sings a beautiful song, very early this morning.
she waters her roses, and feeds the chickens.
she cooks breakfast. The eggs are fresh.
The meat well cooked and so tasty.
The coffee smells the aroma of coffee.
What else?
The room is clean, the kitchen so well kept.
My polo shirt is ready, my socks, handkerchief,
my underwear, my shoes, my tie, they're all
placed on bed for me to wear today.
The room smells with perfume
Her favorite, Victoria's secret.
She kisses me twice now, and another one
before i leave.
Life is beautiful, she repeats it again and again.
She stays in the house now. No travels this time.
No loafing with friends.

Tell me that i am conceited.
She is still in love with me. Now on our 12th year of marriage.
I look again at our wedding ring. The tiny diamond there still glitters.
Against the sunlight. Against all the odds.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Perfect Coffee

she dance in front of me, in early morning suite,
before the Rooster crock in early shout of morning,
brows and feel then the coffee lies in the table with
a happy roost

comfort the night with that dancing lady, where
every inch of her hair, languish her leg just off the
bed to play, come admirable ecstasy wake me up,
full and squeeze the earth, grip my trembling heart
as you quizzed my neck into the earth seeking night
with nothing but gone of myself

I almost drawn, of the mixed emotion of sugar drops
in the coffee, wanted a perfect blends of boil water as
it fades away, oh! yes thanks to the table that hold
every cup, the party has to go like a merry go around
the table of free

now the sweet aroma of coffee brings a good
morning mist, with sugar dare coffee taste as old, the
same thirst the tongue requests; drink the leverage of
mate that holds, for each breath of lips that savour
the spell, lives the saving faith

a hot coffee for free, take it out or dine with thee ….

poem by Antonio Liao
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A Cup of Coffee

I start my day with coffee as my friend
The beans so fresh, as it blends
Giving out an aroma, that wakes me up
I stumble to the kitchen and look for the cup
I pour some black liquid and sip right away
I just want coffee, to start my day
Then on the road I'm on my way
Coffee is my friend to make my day
Stuck in traffic, I loose my mind
I then sip my coffee and just rewind
I get to work with a cup in hand
Juggling with papers I can't withstand
The coffee at work tastes bitter and cheap
But it's better than getting caught counting sheep
All day long, I make pot after pot
Of black steaming mugs of liquid gut-rot
Tanked up on coffee, I face the day
Taking anything that comes my way.

poem by Meena Mustafa
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Is it Tea or Coffee?

Is it Tea or Coffee?
Tell me!
My instant early morning dream
I like it black, white with sugar or cream!

The choice is free
Yet the mind cannot agree
With Tea is a Yippee!
With Coffee it is a Whoopee!

The thought of a little caffeine
The smell of fresh roasted beans
Will once again set off my adrenalin
While my exhausted brain is waiting

That stirring cup of sizzling black
Put on the kettle; spill the beans out of the sack
I will pay the fee; I will pay the levee
I will beg on one knee for a little bit of Coffee

Take a sip of the early morning coffee
Close your eyes and try to see
As you smell the airy aroma like a bee
Tea or Coffee! Perhaps you now understand me

Those swarms of dark brown seeds
They feed my vicious needs indeed
I don’t care how much I pee or how much I wee
For that sparking liquid of hot black called coffee

Copyright 2008 - Sylvia Chidi

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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In My Arms

(8/31/12)

When you are holding the woman you love in your arms
Snuggling up on the couch, and feeling her heartbeat
Pounding against your chest, and feeling her slow breaths.

You feel as if nothing else in the world matters
And that nothing can touch this moment of pure ecstasy
Then you know that this is where you was meant to be.

She grabs your hand and pulls it closer to her chest
And you feel that if she pulls it closer, she'll be out of breath
You take your other hand and hug her to let her know
That you care, and for her you'll always be there.

You kiss her forehead and tell her you love her
With all your heart- and that you'll never part
She looks up at you with a smile on her face
And on your lips a kiss she does place.

You look deeply into each others eyes
And your passion becomes magnified
You travel into each others soul
And feel the strength of ten fold.

You turn and face each other and your lips meet
And you know right then that your in for a treat
Your blood starts boiling like a coffee pot
And you try to control it, but it's much to hot.

You pick her up and carry her to the room
And lay her gently upon the bed
So many thoughts going thru your head.

You take off her pajamas ever so gently
And absorb all of the beauty that she was given
And you know that life is good and worth living.

The excitement rising as you pull at your clothes
And you feel like you're about to explode
You climb on top and gently caressing her face
And you move at a slow gentle pace.

The rhythm starts to pick up speed like a drum
Till it gets to the point that you're both done.
You roll on your back and gasp for air
All tensions are gone and no more cares.

You smile at each other and you say
It can't get better than this - there is no way.

© L. RAMS

poem by Louis Rams
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Lets Make Love

Lets make love like its the very first time
Come closer and let me show you, what’s on my mind

As I wrap my arms around you and squeeze you tight
I feel the butterflies in your stomach deep in flight

I can feel your body shiver at my mere touch
As your breathing becomes heavy and very rough

We whisper sweetness in each other's ear
Relax cause as long as im here you have nothing to fear

Our body's sweats wetness of love
Its like fog fills the room from ceiling to rug

The smell of love essence fills the air
If anyone’s hear's us I don’t even care

The mood is right and with the lights down low
As your body heats up you begin to glow

I love the motion when our two bodies connect
If we had to vote a moment to keep, this is the one I elect

You rub my back so gracious and slow
Don’t hold back just let it flow

I love you so much my lucky clover
Our body's begin to shiver so its almost over

My heart is racing faster than a rang rover
Baby lets take a break so we can start all over

We don’t have to rush cause there’s no where to go
I want to spoil your body, Don’t say nothing cause I already know

poem by Daniel Chapman
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1STP KLOSR ( One Step Closer )

Break...
I'm about to break!
I need room to breathe... (x3)
I cannot take this anymore
Saying everything Ive said before
All these words, they make no sense
I found bliss in ignorance
Less I hear, the less you say
But you'll find that out anyway
I find the answers aren't so clear
Wish I could find a way to disappear
All these thoughts, they make no sense
I found bliss in ignorance
Nothing seems to go away
Over and over again (x5)
Just like before...
Everything you say to me
And I'm about to break!
I need a little room to breathe
I'm about to break!
Everything you say to me
And I'm about to break!
I need a little room to breathe
And I'm about to break!
Break!
These are the places where I can't feel
Torn from my body, my flesh it heals
During this ride we can cut up what we like
Waiting alone I can not resist
Feeling this hate I have never missed
Please someone give me a reason to rip off my face
Blood is a pouring and pouring and pouring..
Shut up when I'm talking to you!
Shut up! (blood is pouring)
Shut up! (blood is pouring)
Shut up! (blood is pouring)
Shut up when I'm talking to you!
Shut up! (blood is pouring)
Shut up! (blood is pouring)
Shut up! (blood is pouring)
Shut up! Im about to break!
Everything you say to me
And I'm about to break
I need a little room to breathe
I'm about to break
Everything you say to me
And I'm about to break
I need a little room to breathe
And Im about to..
Everything you say to me
Takes me one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break
I need a little room to breathe
Cause I'm one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break
Everything you say to me
Takes me one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break
I need a little room to breathe
Cause I'm one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to..

song performed by by Linkin Park
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Gamblers All

sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think,
I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside
remembering all the times you've felt that way, and
you walk to the bathroom, do your toilet, see that face
in the mirror, oh my oh my oh my, but you comb your hair anyway,
get into your street clothes, feed the cats, fetch the
newspaper of horror, place it on the coffee table, kiss your
wife goodbye, and then you are backing the car out into life itself,
like millions of others you enter the arena once more.

you are on the freeway threading through traffic now,
moving both towards something and towards nothing at all as you punch
the radio on and get Mozart, which is something, and you will somehow
get through the slow days and the busy days and the dull
days and the hateful days and the rare days, all both so delightful
and so disappointing because
we are all so alike and so different.

you find the turn-off, drive through the most dangerous
part of town, feel momentarily wonderful as Mozart works
his way into your brain and slides down along your bones and
out through your shoes.

it's been a tough fight worth fighting
as we all drive along
betting on another day.

poem by Charles Bukowski
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Conga

Come on , shake your body baby, do the conga
I know you cant control yourself any longer
Come on , shake your body baby, do the conga
I know you cant control yourself any longer
Come on , shake your body baby, do the conga
I know you cant control yourself any longer
Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger
Dont you fight it til you tried it, do that conga beat
Everbody gather round now
Let your body feel the heat
Dont you worry if you cant dance;
Let the music move your feet
Its the rhythm of the island, and like the sugar cane so sweet
If you want to do the conga, youve got to listen to the beat
Come on , shake your body baby, do the conga
I know you cant control yourself any longer
Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger
Dont you fight it til you tried it, do that conga beat
Feel the fire of desire, as you dance the night away
cause tonight were gonna party, til we see the break of day
Better get yourself together, and hold on to what youve got
Once the music hits your system, theres no way your gonna stop
(repeat 3xs) come on , shake your body baby, do the conga
I know you cant control yourself any longer
Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger
Dont you fight it til you tried it, do that conga beat
Come on , shake your body baby, do the conga

song performed by by Gloria Estefan
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Hangover

You don't have the power.
Cigarettes' smoking
Drinking snorkelling
Sex disposal, used body.
Neglected mind.

The wick soul, his losing power.
Noisy morning, framed by rumours' pictures.
Morning kitchen.

Blur view
Ash butts
Coffee jar, mugs
Coffee stains in a teaspoon.
Chemical bottle spray.
Flies

Observing from the little door, falling spelling magnets
Knives, sharper water bath.
Mirrors reflecting, vanishing vanity.

Birds quarrelling in my head.
Vicious birds devour tree of blood cherry.
Magpie, magpie, have you lost your shying & white feather?

poem by Luca Menin
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Keep That Beat Just Heated

You keep that conga beat strickly in the rhythm.
You keep that conga beat heat, rhythmically.
And keep that beat just heated as it flows around the room.
And keep that beat just heated.
Keep it and just heated.
Keep it as it's needed.

You keep that conga beat heat, rhythmically.
And keep that beat just heated as it flows around the room.
And keep that beat just heated.
Keep it and just heated.
Keep it as it's needed to stir up a good mood.

Give me some cello,
With the flute and bassist playing.
You keep that conga beat heat,
Rhythmically.

Add some violins and French horns too.
With the build up of some trumpets,
And a sax player's groove.

You keep that conga beat strickly in the rhythm.
You keep that conga beat heat, rhythmically.
And keep that beat just heated as it flows around the room.
And keep that beat just heated.
Keep it and just heated.
Keep it as it's needed.

Give me some cello,
With the flute and bassist playing.
You keep that conga beat heat,
Rhythmically.
You keep that conga beat...
Strickly in the rhythm.
You keep that conga beat heat, rhythmically.

Give me some cello,
With the flute and bassist playing.
You keep that conga beat heat,
Rhythmically.
You keep that conga beat...
Strickly in the rhythm.
You keep that conga beat heat, rhythmically.

Give me some cello,
With the flute and bassist playing.
Add some violins and French horns too.
With the build up of some trumpets,
And a sax player's groove.

You keep that conga beat heat, rhythmically.
And keep that beat just heated.
Keep it as it's needed.
You keep that conga beat heat, rhythmically.
And keep that beat just heated.
Keep it as it's needed.

Give me some cello,
With the flute and bassist playing.
Add some violins and French horns too.
With the build up of some trumpets,
And a sax player's groove.

And keep that beat just heated.
Keep it as it's needed.
Give me some cello,
With the flute and bassist playing.
And keep that beat just heated.
Keep it as it's needed.
Give me some cello,
With the flute and bassist playing.
And keep that beat just heated.
Keep it as it's needed.
Give me some cello,
With the flute and bassist playing.
And keep that beat just heated.
Keep it as it's needed.
Keep that beat just heated.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Coffee!

Coffee beans all ground up,
Coffee in my favourite cup,
Coffee black, coffee white,
Coffee dark, coffee light,
Coffee right, to start the day,
Coffee at work, coffee at play,
Coffee midday, coffee at night,
Coffee to sober, coffee to excite,
Coffee weak, coffee strong,
But maybe instead some Lapsang Souchong! ! ! !
TEA! ! ! ! !

poem by Ernestine Northover
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The Poet As Mere Spectator

and so there was this child
left by the mother who was washing
her body in another
room

the child crawls and walks its
way finally
to the dining table
and pulls the table cloth
where a cup of hot coffee
is put

hot coffee is poured on its face
and the baby screams
and screams and screams
at the top of his voice

i hear it but what can i do
i am the poet
and you give me this job of
a mere spectator

next time, tell me, i am more than that
i can be superman
to that child
only if you ask.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Java Blues

Rick danko
I walked into a diner
And the blonde behind the counter
She asked if she could help in any way
Hell, I knew by her smile
Her number I could dial
If I was in the need of company
But as I bought some java
Instead she brought me a cup of chicory
I got those java blues
Coffees got me
Java blues
Oh coffee, coffee, coffee
Java blues
Coffees got me
Java blues
Oh coffee
You know that Ill stay high
Ill drink coffee till I die
Dont pour me water just fill up my cup
You know it takes a lot just to keep me up
Cost may be more than you care to pay
What good is money compared to fightin pain
Dont try to cheat
Its impossible to beat
The only pick me up thats here to stay
I got those java blues
Coffees got me
Java blues
Oh coffee, coffee, coffee
Java blues
Oh coffee, oh coffee
Java blues
Coffees got me
You know that Ill stay high
Ill drink coffee till I die
The taste of java is like a cocaine rush
Nobodys gonna stop me from drinkin too much
Down in bolivia the people are insane
They want as much for coffee as they do for cocaine
Dont try to cheat
Its impossible to beat
The only pick me up thats here to stay
I got those java blues
Coffees got me
Java blues
Oh coffee, coffee, coffee
Java blues
The coffees got me now..
Java blues
Oh coffee, coffee
You know that Ill stay high
Ill drink coffee till I die
I got the java blues
Oh coffee, coffee
Java blues
Oh coffee, coffee, coffee
Java blues
Oh the coffees got me
Java blues
Oh coffee, oh coffee
Java blues!

song performed by by Nazareth
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Life Is As Simple And Enjoyable As Sipping Coffee Early Morning And Enjoying The Scenery Of A Rustic Place

alright,
we simplify this

it is early morning
they have not awakened yet
the house is very peaceful
the windows are closed still
and the doors too

alright
stand, walk towards the window
open all of them
let the cold air come in

then walk towards the door
unlock it
and open it too and then
let the cold air
come in

you want coffee?
go to the kitchen
take a spoon a cup and saucer and
take sugar and coffee and
hot water

you know what to do, right?
feel at home
this is your home

now take your time
sit on a chair
face the trees
stir your coffee
feel it hot
and then sip

enjoy, savor the scenery of
this rustic place

feel the wind on your cheeks
take the warm side of the cup

alright,
is not life as simple as this?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dirty

Ah, dirrty (dirrty)
Filthy (filthy)
Nasty (ho), christina you nasty? (yeah)
Too dirrty to clean my act up
If you ain't dirrty
You ain't here to party (woo!)
Ladies (move)
Gentlemen (move)
Somebody ring the alarm
A fire on the roof
Ring the alarm (and I'm throwin' elbows) x7
Ooh, I'm overdue
Gimme some room
I'm coming through
Paid my dues
In the mood
Me and my girls gonna shake the room
DJ's spinning (show your hands)
Let's get dirrty (that's my jam)
I need that, uh, to get me off
Sweat'n til my clothes come off
It's explosive, speakers are pumpin' (oh)
Still jumping, six in the morning
Table dancing, glasses are crashin' (oh)
No question, time for some action
Temperature's up (can you feel it)
'bout to erupt
Gonna get my girls
Get your boys
Gonna make some noise
Wanna get rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It's about time that I came to start the party
Sweat dripping over my body
Dancing getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty
It's about time for my arrival
Ah, heat is up
So ladies, fellas
Drop your cups
Body's hot
Front to back
Now move your ass (ha)
I like that
Tight hip huggers (low for ho)
Shake a little somethin' (on the floor)
I need that, uh, to get me off
Sweat'n til my clothes come off
Let's get open, cause a commotion (ooh oh)
We're still going, eight in the morning
There's no stopping, we keep it popping (oh)
hot rockin', everyone's talking
Give a

song performed by by Christina Aguilera
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Love Signals

Whoo!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Whoa... whoa... whoa...
There are...
So many people around the world lacking love (whoa)
So many people don't know how to love one another (whoa)
So many people walk around low self-estime (yeah)
And so many people for no reason so dog on me
Watch my feet while I step (watch me)
See my smile while I step (see my smile)
Feel my vibe while I step (and how I'm sending out those love...)
Love signals (tell me can you feel my)
Love signals (now you send out your)
Love signals (now the room is filled with)
Love signals (love signals)
Now there's... (whoo)
So many of us have little faith and insecurities (I love you Mother)
And so many of us so easy to give up on our dreams (I love you Mother)
There's so many of us that's quick to say let's go war (I love you Mother)
And so many of us that's raising our hands and saying war no more
Watch my feet while I step (watch my feet)
See my smile while I step (see my smile, yeah)
Feel my vibe while I step (yeah, I'm sending out those love signals)
Love signals (hoping you can feel it, yeah, yeah)
Love signals (now send it right back to me)
Love signals (ooh, now this place is filled with)
Love signals
(May I) I just wanna touch your soul
(May I) let me pour into you
(May I) fill you with my joy
(Mmm, may I) and make you feel brand new
(May I) stepping is therapy
(May I) healing both you and me
(May I) that's why I'm sending
(Mmm, may I) out love signals
Love signals (yeah, hoping you can feel it)
Love signals (you, now send it right back to me, oh)
Love signals (now this place is filled with)
Love signals (oh yeah, sending out those love...)
Love signals (signals, tell me can you feel it?)
Love signals (whoo, now send it right back to me, yeah)
Love signals (now the place is filled with)
Love signals (love, I'm talkin' about love) (sendin' out those...) (hey)
Love signals (sendin' out those) (love)
Love signals (sendin' out those love signals) (love, I'll send it to you, you send it to me, yeah)
Love signals (send me your love signals) (sendin' out those)
Love signals (sendin' out those) (oh yeah)
(Sendin' out those love signals)
Donnie Lyles, break it down, uh
Now you know when a track feels this good
I gotta break it down and do my thing
So listen, this is what we gon' do
We gonna play a little game
But we gonna put the, we're gonna put a little twist to this steppers thing
This is what we gonna do
We gonna take a little journey into love
Now when I start to sing
I want all of the couples to just separate for a minute from their partners
That's right, you gon' come right back
But I want you to just separate when I start sing
I'ma tell you what to do
As you startin' to step around the room
I want you to look at all the Happy People in the room
And I want you to touch 'em
And when you touch 'em
This is what I want you to say
Y'all ready? C'mon
One, two, three, separate
Somebody touch somebody, tell somebody you love somebody
(I love you) step (I love you) step
(I love you) step (I love you)
Somebody touch somebody, tell somebody you love somebody
(I love you) step (I love you) step
(I love you) step (I love you)
Somebody touch somebody, tell somebody you love somebody
(I love you) step (I love you) step
(I love you) step (I love you)
Somebody touch somebody, tell somebody you love somebody
Now go back (I love you) find your partner (I love you)
Now send (I love you) out those... (I love you) love signals
Chocolate Factory y'all, huh
Sending out love signals to all those that may be lacking love, mmm, yeah
It's Kels, your music weatherman, uh
Wayne Williams, our in house DJ y'all, uh
Uncle Life, Uncle Love, the stepping twins, haha
I see you, haha
Regina and George Daniels, haha
I love you baby
We just down at the Chocolate Factory having fun, y'all
So if you want to call in to the Chocolate Factory the number is
One-two-three, l-o-v, e...
Love... (love, love) love yeah (oh) (you-ooh-you...)
Peace

song performed by by R. Kelly
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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