Cover Girl
She wears the newest make-up
And drives the latest car
She might have the biggest D-cup
She’s the newest television star
She’s thin
Not a speck of spot
And have the nicest skin
And everybody thinks she’s hot
She has the perfect lips
And the sexy big eyes
The nice curve hips
And everyone wonders why
She doesn’t have to exercise to stay that way
She can eat anything she wants and she doesn’t put on fat
She goes outside every day
And everyone she meets think she’s all that
poem by Margo Reid
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Sexy Girl
Sexy girl
She doesnt look good
I mean she isnt thin
She doesnt have a perfect skin
But shes so mmmhh...
Hey shes so mmmhh...aha
So schalalalala
Hey shes so mmmhh...
She is cool
She has red hair
The way she walks
Oh, oh yeah
Shes so mmmhh... oh oh yeah
Sexy girl
She always laughs at everything
At everyone she meets
Hey shes so mmmhh...
Lalalalala dadadada du dadada
Shes so mmmhh... oh oh year
Sexy girl
She doesnt look good
I mean she isnt thin
She doesnt have a perfect skin
But shes so mmmhh...
Hey shes so mmmhh...aha
So schalalalala
Hey shes so mmmhh...
Chorus
Mmh oh yeah
Sexy girl
Something in her eyes
Something in her smile
Something around her when she cries
Chorus
Sexy girl
song performed by by Wonderwall
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Sexy Northerner
Came down from the North
You know the way they do
Got a cheeky smile
Sexy Northerner
Hanging round the clubs
Gets in them for free
Don't know how he does it
Sexy Northerner
Drinks a lot of beer
At least he doesn't smoke
Hasn't lost his accent
Sexy Northerner
How does he do it?
How does he do it?
Acts like he's got nothing to prove
Sexy Northerner
It's not all football and fags
No it's not all football and fags
Don't you dare imply
that it's grim up North
He went last weekend
Sexy Northerner
In the latest clothes
Wears a posh cologne
Got a lot of pride
Sexy Northerner
Says he wants a job
Something interesting
like a graphic designer
Sexy Northerner
How does he do it?
How does he do it?
Acts like he's got nothing to prove
Sexy Northerner
It's not all football and fags
No it's not all football and fags
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Sexy Baby
Ooh sexy baby
Here she comes prancing past me
Everyone stops and stares at her figure, what she wears.
Wonder what makes her so sure
Confident in life and love
I wanna be her
Always here to look for her every afternoon
Making mental notes, watching her style checking her out
In my mind I see a picture she is being me
A sexy lady's what I want to be
Things that I do
I practice my walk like you
Flutter my eyes and rehearse sexy lips
I'm gonna make a wish, imagine my first kiss
I'll be the way I see you every day
Sexy baby
Here she comes prancing past me
Everyone stops and stares at her figure, what she wears.
Wonder what makes her so sure
Confident in life and love
I wanna be her
Always try new clothes the same as what she has on
Then I change my hair, I want the same style that she wears
Want the guys to see the women deep inside of me
A sexy lady's what I want to be
Things that I do
I practice my laugh like you
I gloss my lips and gently sway my hips
I'm gonna make a wish, imagine my first kiss
I'll be the way I see you every day
Sexy baby
Here she comes prancing past me
Everyone stops and stares at her figure, what she wears.
Wonder what makes her so sure
Confident in life and love
I wanna be her
Here she comes prancing past me
Everyone stops and stares at her figure, what she wears.
Wonder what makes her so sure
Confident in life and love
I wanna be her
Sexy baby
Here I go prancing past you
What do you do?
You stop and stare at my figure and what I wear
Wonder what makes me so sure
Confident in life and love
I am her
Sexy baby!
song performed by by Tiffany
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Just Because
Just because you did
Doesn't mean that you should
Just because you can
Doesn't mean that you could
Just because you are able
Doesn't mean you would
Just because you sat
Doesn't mean you should‘ve stood.
Just because you spoke
Doesn't mean that you thought
Just because you looked
Doesn't mean that you sought
Just because you argued
Doesn't mean that you fought
Just because you dreamed
Doesn't mean that you wished not.
Just because you cried
Doesn't mean that you wept
Just because you had
Doesn't mean that you kept
Just because you cleaned
Doesn't mean that you swept
Just because you said yes
Doesn't mean that you accept.
Just because you gathered
Doesn't mean that you own
Just because you gave up
Doesn't mean that you were alone
Just because you saw
Doesn't mean that you were shown
Just because you expiate
Doesn't mean you should atone.
Just because your old
Doesn't mean that you have flaws
Just because you won
Doesn't mean you have to applause
Just because you waited
Doesn't mean that you paused
Just because you were you
Doesn't mean anything, because.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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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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I always say the new album is the best one yet. I always feel that - I really do, because it's the latest and it's the newest and it's a little bit better.
quote by Debbie Harry
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Void
I've seen so many faces
These hands have lied before
I've kissed so many lips it's blocked my mind
I've whispered bullshit, nothings
I've cried alone in night
I thought I'd found the one a million times
But doesn't anyone fill the void?
Doesn't anyone kill the joy?
Doesn't anyone take the place of you in my heart?
And doesn't anyone fill the void?
Doesn't anyone kill the joy?
Doesn't anyone take the place of you?
I let a stranger love me
I gave away my pride
I bit my lips, so I could block my mind
I've called your name to others
Just like a spinal chord
Severed and broken but the spark still tries
And doesn't anyone fill the void?
Doesn't anyone kill the joy?
Doesn't anyone take the place of you in my heart?
Doesn't anyone fill the void?
Doesn't anyone kill the noise?
Doesn't anyone take the place of you?
They don't know you like I do
They don't see the good inside you
They don't lie with you in bed and join you when you're dreaming
They don't see your softer side
Who'll be there to turn your light on?
Who will try to wash away the stain that love has left us?
Doesn't anyone fill the void?
Doesn't anyone kill the joy?
Doesn't anyone kill the place of you in my heart?
Doesn't anyone bring the noise?
Doesn't anyone kill the joy?
Doesn't anyone take the place of you?
song performed by by Darren Hayes
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Hips got Soul
You can still be healthy and be a Super Model
with thick wide hips.
Not like your predecessor showing up in Cosmo
or on television with skinny legs and
dehydrated lips.
Television and magazines persuade you
to gag up your inner beauty.
Until you suffer from post-traumatic stress,
feel pity and then gain a small booty.
The reality of real sexy thick mamas still
live on from Marilyn Monroe, Pam Grier and
even Whoopi Goldberg and they all have and had soul.
Bringing entertainment with a bang, beauty and thick hips
looking like solid gold.
So never lose your inner beauty because of someone else
that isn't comfortable with the way that you look.
Because some day you may rise to the occasion, with your hips
that got soul and pose inside the Jet Magazine book.
poem by Ranis Thomas III
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Where Beauty Lies
Not the curve of the hips
Or the shape of the lips
Nor the clothes she wears
Or the color of her hair
Not in the numbers on the scale
But in the person who always seems to care
The beauty of a person
No matter who they are
Can only be measured
From the warmness of the heart
Not the face she wears
Or the voice she shares
But the expressions she makes
And the words that she creates
It's in the smile she puts on
even when everything has gone wrong
Beauty lies within the fire inside
That refuses to let her run and hide
Beauty shines from inside her
Throughout everything she does
Beauty comea from the way she stands strong for what she beleives
And can never be forced
To surrender to her knees
Beauty,
Is when she stands tall
Even when she has lost it all
Her hopes never shatter and fall
Beauty is when
Her soul is so bright
It shines through
In the darkest of nights
She leads the way
With no sighs of dismay
From the legs to the hips
From the eyes to the lips
It all does'nt matter
This is the beauty
that i wish to capture
poem by Tamara Puyear
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Real Axis Of Evil
New Atlantis, Arabia, Kem and Zion
Newest most powerful “Axis of Evil”
Bristling with latest weapons of war
Persia stormed, come Armageddon!
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Red Lips With a Hint of Confidence
You have to be confident
Walk in a room with your chin up
You are the leader of every step
They will stare at you
Captivated by your Walk
And those juicy red lips you wear
Its because of the air around
The way your hair moves
You Control their eyes
Ruby red lips and sexy hips
You have the confidence
To move a man with one look
A flick of the wrist if you will
A task you undertake with ease
Your smile takes over them
With that delicious red lipstick
You tangle up all their thoughts
all because you are confident
Ruby Red Lips
Sexy little Hips
and a Stare that can control a man
A Stare of Confidence
poem by Audrey Marie Kay
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It Really Doesn't Matter
You say your ugly, i say it doesn't matter.
You say you have a dark past,
i say it doesn't matter.
You say theirs overwhelming responsibility,
i say it doesn't matter.
I don't believe in walking away when things get hard.
In fact they are my spark to continue my march.
Through thick and thin where to begin.
You say you don't have a way.
I say it doesn't matter.
You say that you cant give back what you would like.
I say it doesn't matter.
You say, you say oh it really doesn't matter,
I live one day at a time.
Choices will be made that will save the day
but hurt me financially.
It doesn't matter Choice will be made
that will set me back in my expectations.
It doesn't matter,
It really doesn't matter.
Its well worth it.
To see the beauty that
you have placed before me.
Oh how its worth it.
To settle down and not be looking to be found.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Beauty of a person
Don’t look at the face
Don’t’ look at the color,
Cast or creed
Beauty of a person
Lies in his heart
And what he thinks
May not attract in looks
But have a golden heart
Full of warmth and compassion
A mind that thinks
Nice for everyone alike
Returns love with love
In hate he doesn’t believe
“I “and “me “ doesn’t exist
We and ours
Are on the top of the list
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Beginning (Love Poem)
She watches him across the restaurant
She likes his smile and easy laugh
She know nothing ventured
She chooses sexy hello
She knows it works
She bumps him
She smiles
He laughs
He thinks “nice”
He wants to know
He knows a smile will work
He wonders if she will say yes
He likes the way she came on to him
He tries the pickup “do you come here often? ”
She thinks that will never work with her
She thinks he is just like everyman
She thought he was different
She asks him “no, do you? ”
She wants an excuse
She was mistaken
She says “Bye”
He looks sad
He asks her to sit
He says “even for me”
He looks deep into her eyes
He says “that was unnecessary”
He feels a hole deep inside him grow
He knows she is “the one”, he is afraid to lose.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Sorry doesn't make it right
Sorry
Doesn't make it right
When
All you've done
Is sit and fight
Sorry
Doesn't make it right
After
All the nights you've sat and cried
Sorry
Doesn't make it right
When
All you do is pretend
Sorry
Doesn't make it right
If
You just do it again....
Sorry doesn't make it right girls.. don't let SORRY be the reason you keep going!
poem by Scarred Unknown
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Young Couples With Sagging Eyelids
'Beat boredom out with more boredom, '
She says, grinning—then vomits in her hands.
He wonders why, but never understands.
She thinks she's been living her life post-mortem.
She hates her coffin's fluffy decorum,
And wonders why he won't dig up her grave.
She says she deserves heaven, 'She behaves, '
But she's been buried in place where she stands.
He is uneasy, but doesn't complain.
He watches her decay in the marrow.
She has thinning blood, a festering brain,
But so does he. He doesn't notice though.
Like a dripping nose, they've become crusted;
They're so full of snot and maladjusted.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Why are butterflies free?
A butterfly goes thru one of lives greatest metamorphoses.
It starts its life as a caterpillar going thru life eating and waiting for that moment to begging its life’s journey. It cocoons itself until it is ready for its last steps in life.
Spring forth from its cocoon, it frees itself and flies off into the light. It is its begging and ending all at the same time.
It doesn’t care about what the future brings
It doesn’t care about lesser things
It doesn’t care about the rain
It doesn’t care about the pain
It doesn’t care about where it belongs
It doesn’t care about a silly love songs
It doesn’t care about right or wrong
It doesn’t care about the road being to long
It doesn’t care if the sun sets in the east
It doesn’t care about war and piece
It doesn’t care about the world in helter skelter
It doesn’t care about a warm shelter
It has no idea about mass destruction
For that takes too much contemplation
For politics it has no reaction
It needs no constitution
Just being is its satisfaction
It looks to no one for absolution
No homeland for repatriation
It has no skin for condemnation
It has no time for recreation
It has no room for damnation
A butterfly lives its life like there is no tomorrow
For a butterfly there is no tomorrow
A butterfly just wonders the earth sapping up life as it goes by
It owes nothing to anyone
Fly butterfly, fly and be free
Be free to be free
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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So Real
Run your fingers
Up my spine
Gently caressing
I feel fine
No, better than fine
soft and sexy
Your roaming hands
Exciting me
Turn me about as you will
Anything you do
I'll be pleased
Lips on my skin, this is new
A soft moan escapes
I want to do the same
Run my fingers through your hair
Feel my ignited flame
Reaching out
You move away
'Please don't go!
Come back! Stay! '
A cheeky smile
Across your face
'Sshh' you whisper
Let's keep a steady pace
Down you move
Your hand on my hips
Then suddenly I feel
My warmth and your lips
O sweet torture
What heavenly bliss
Please don't stop!
Never end this kiss!
But then you do
Caressing my leg
Further down you go
Please don't make me beg
Wait! Hold on!
I'm undressed? !
Is this what you did
With each caress?
Come back please
I'm starting to shiver
Your body over mine
Its the perfect cover
Where have you gone?
I can't feel your heat
Was is something I said?
Why won't our lips meet?
Tossing and turning
Moving around
Trying to feel for you
I can't hear a sound
why won't my eyes open
They're not covered
I need to see you -
Complete darkness, I'm shuttered!
Let's try again
One eye at a time
Just a peak
But what do I find
All alone tangled in sheets
It was just a dream!
Still fully clothed
I want to scream!
poem by scarlette Phoenix
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A Star's First Wish To Grant
Mixed in black and silver,
born in bright moon light,
with whispers of a new generation,
this star is shining bright,
a thousand years its taken,
to shape its bright new form,
and to be the first one seen tonight,
with a wish from it is sworn,
a child looks at this new star,
his wish is bright and keen,
he wants a little sister,
for his playmates they are lean,
and if he had a sister oh how happy he would be,
and he show her how to make a wish,
upon the newest star to be seen.
(rough draft)
poem by Barbara Norman
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Haute Couture
The newest craze in the World
The very latest in High Fashion
Has been introduced by New Designers
Who go by the names of: Forgiving
And Compassion
Brought before the eyes of the Nouveau Riche
And all the style Fashionista's
The stir is catching on
Across all past opined vista's
This is but the latest trend
Compassion and his friend Forgiving
They are giving Donatella Versace a run
For her money
As many lean towards this new way of living
So watch out Dolce and Gabanna and
Giorgio Armani
Rumor has it it Victoria Beckham and
Katie Holmes
Now embrace the Two
I am sure that it won't be long 'til
They will be your designers too
Dedicated to: My Family
poem by Theodora Onken
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