O’ Woman In Jeans
O’woman in jeans
you are modern
you are not bound in chains like
that one in saree
O‘ woman in jeans
you work and work
you don't need that multitude of suits with dupattas
few pairs of top and jeans is enough
O’ woman in jeans
you look more curvy more sensuous
even when you are fully covered
your hips your bust is far more powerful
than one in saree, in stiched suits
O’ woman in jeans
you can move you can run
you need no excuse like
that head covered women
you can thwart the attempts of rapist
O’ woman in jeans
you look sensuous
you look commanding
you look proud
you need not to play submissive
O woman in jeans
poem by Pawan Sharma
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Jeans On
When I wake up in the mornin light
I pull on my jeans and I feel all right
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
Its the weekend, and I know that youre free
So pull on your jeans and come on out with me
Oh cause I need to have you near me,
I need to feel you close to me
I need to have you near me, I need to feel you close to me
You and me, well go motorbike ridin in the sun
And the wind and the rain
I got money in my pocket, I got a tiger in my tank
And Im king of the road again
Ill meet ya in the usual place
You dont need a thing except your pretty face, alright
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
Aw, here we go mama
You and me, well go motorbike ridin in the sun
And the wind and the rain
I got money in my pocket, I got a tiger in my tank
And Im king of the road again
When I wake up in the mornin light
I pull on my jeans and I feel all right
Hey I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
song performed by by Keith Urban
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I have jeans with holes in them and I have nice jeans. I have casual and I have dressy jeans. I've got all kinds.
quote by Amanda Seyfried
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Creepin Jean
Youre not leaving so descreet,
Just creeping out on me.
Your dizzy head, and smoky eyes,
Youll find some others bed to sleep.
So dont look back, it is too late,
No story to be told.
This creepin mess you left for me,
Promising that youd be home.
You dont know what I mean,
Creepin jeans a disease.
You dont know what I mean,
Creepin jeans a disease.
You dont know what I mean,
Creepin jeans a disease.
You dont know what I mean,
Creepin jeans a disease.
Your dirty friends and underwear,
Keep hanging round my room.
The lonely pictures that you paint
Are creepin to their doom.
So dont look back it is too late,
No story to be told.
These creepin friends you left for me,
Saying your promise to be home.
You dont know what I mean,
Creepin jeans a disease.
You dont know what I mean,
Creepin jeans a disease.
You dont know what I mean,
Creepin jeans a disease.
You dont know what I mean,
Creepin jeans a disease.
song performed by by Kinks
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The Blue Jeans I Remember
the blue jeans i remember
after a very cold season
in that coconut farm
tight blue jeans
smelling my swelling
legs
and dirty with saline
taste
unwashed in the corner
of my room
i always see your
warm hands
sliding
inside them
damn blue jeans
spare my sanity!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Envy Looks Restlessly
blue jeans, yes, the blue
in the jeans, the jeans
i claim that it is all that i see,
but i may go on a deeper
exploration of this
introspection, there was
something fleshy
under the blueness of the jeans
something dark
like the color of the night
filled with
desires that one wants
to spell correctly,
there is the hand there
resting
and with a permission
since it stays there for
a longer time
unhampered
their eyes are smiling
and they were telling me
about
the art of letting go
and sending out the doves
free finally from their
decorated cage
at the end i always
ask
what did i feel?
frankly, i may say
nothing, but let me explore
the secret room inside my house,
envy is there
wide awake and wanting to go
out of itself
towards the darkness of the night
and the coldness
of the typhoon air
envy looks out of the
window
and it is very restless
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lookism
Black hair,
Blonde hair,
Brown hair,
And blue,
Earrings,
And nose rings,
And belly rings too,
Skinny jeans,
Baggy jeans,
Purple checkered and
Colored jeans too.
Looks and more looks
Are everywhere you look.
Their on TV
And in real life.
They are in church
And on the street.
We’re always concerned with our looks cuz they are all around.
They define
Loser
And punk
To preppy and
Rich.
What you look like describes your personality.
But why?
If you where tight jeans why must you be skater?
Of if you wear your hair black,
Why must you be punk or Goth?
It is all just in our heads,
You can wear tight jeans and be Goth,
Or black hair and be prep,
Why are looks so defining?
Because we make them so.
Why do people do this?
Hell if I know.
It is all just a mirage.
None of its real.
So why are looks such a big deal?
Why do we try and make believe,
If you look like that then you must be this?
There is no point to this strange behavior.
So lets stop this lookism and just get to someone despite how they look.
poem by BlackXWhiteFeathers Raven Mendez
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Love, Respect, Trust
We men should treat women with respect, love and trust. All we think about is a woman body. We men should wake up to the real world. We men should treat women with respect and make her feel like she has a King. She should be treated like a queen not like sex toys. We men should also trust our girlfriend and wife. we should listen to them and make them feel special. Don't gain a woman trust just to get in those jeans. we should trust them because we care bout them. We need to also love a woman. We men should be in love with one woman and trust and respect them. We should see a woman as a human not our play toys. So let us treat a woman with respect, love, and trust and make her happy and we men should see how beatiful a woman is in their hearts. By panda bear.
poem by Louis Sheffield
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Whyd You Come In Here Lookin Like That
Whyd you come in here lookin like that
In your cowboy boots and your painted-on jeans
All decked out like a cowgirls dream
Whyd you come in here looking like that
Here comes my baby
Draggin my heart behind
Hes drivin me crazy
Who says love is blind
Hes got a wanderin eye and a travelin mind
Big ideas and a little behind
Out with a different woman every night
But I remember when he was mine
Chorus:
Whyd you come in here lookin like that
In your high heeled boots and your painted-on jeans
All decked out like a cowgirls dream
Waltzing right in here lookin like that
Whyd you come in here lookin like that
When you could stop traffic in a gunney sack
Why youre almost givin me a heart attack
When you waltz right in here lookin like that
I just cant stand it
To see him on the town
Hes out slow dancing
With every girl around
Im a softhearted woman hes a hardheaded man
And hes gonna make me feel just as bad as he can
Hes got himself a mean streak a half a mile wide
But now hes dancing on this heart of mine
Whyd you come in here lookin like that
In your high heeled boots and your painted-on jeans
All decked out like a cowgirls dream
Whys you come in here lookin like that
Whyd you come in here lookin like that
In your high heeled boots and your painted-on jeans
All decked out like a cowgirls dream
Whyd you come in here lookin like that
Whyd you come in here lookin like that
When you could stop traffic in a gunney sack
Why youre almost givin me a heart attack
When you waltz right in here lookin like that
Whyd you come in here lookin like that
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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The Victorian era is the sexiest age for me, but I also like a woman in a pair of jeans.
quote by Dylan McDermott
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Chauvinist
I’d never really comprehended such a mighty range of
Shapes and sizes down behind, it’s really rather strange:
The buttock muscle in a woman, overlaid with fat
Is actually such a focal point for men to want to pat
Or squeeze, and then to tease her if it’s eminently stout,
Or even risk a stay in clink to sting it with a clout!
After all, we men are tuned to be that way inclined –
And tho’ our needs are varied, girls, they’re all perverse of mind!
Best of all, our sacred dream: to see her shed her gown
When gliding to the shower for the ritual sponging down.
But then alas! With body lathered, oops! she drops the soap;
‘Please! ’ we beg her, ‘bend and bare! ’ But we can only hope!
I’m sure by now you get the picture – like a rule of thumb –
That men like me obsess all day about the fairer bum.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Her Hidden Treasure
Her flame was only for the women –
Not for us unlucky men;
A weakness lay for feminine way:
To feel an even fairer skin
In silky slide.
Her lips were for the satin love that
Only flows from rising breast;
The creamy tan was not for man
To pull towards a chiselled chest
In weathered hide.
Her hidden treasure down below
Would shy away from macho length
And only rouse upon the blouse
Undone by other sapphic strength –
In time, inside!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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You ARE A Woman :)
You are a woman,
A strong woman,
A grown woman,
One who WON'T give me what I want just cause I want it woman.
He needs you woman,
A loving woman,
Non-trusting woman,
One who knows the difference between right and wrong woman.
I found a woman,
You're one of em,
So many love em,
You just need to see the places you can be woman.
Hear me woman,
Don't fear me woman,
You're near me woman,
We all face strife, gotta change yo life woman.
See me woman,
No fake or frontin,
Can't be me woman,
For I am a man and you need to be a WOMAN!
['Enpowering women since the age of -9 months :) ']
poem by Tamell Bailey
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Shes A Woman
(coverdale/marsden)
She got everything I need,
She makes me smile, she makes me bleed
cos shes a woman
She got the end, she got the means,
Shes in my heart and in my dreams
An it makes me cry I wanna make her mine
She aint black, but, she got soul,
She aint young, she aint old,
She shine like silver, burn like gold
cos shes a woman, shes a woman
She got everything I need,
She got comfort, she got speed
Shes a woman, shes a woman
She do me bad, she do me good,
She got the gypsy in her blood
Cos shes a woman, shes a woman
She aint black, but, she got soul,
She aint young, she aint old,
Shine like silver, burn like gold
Shes a woman, shes a woman
She got a fire in her eyes,
I know she sees through all my lies,
cos shes a woman, shes a woman
I know Im the danger zone
If I leave her all alone
cos shes a woman, shes a woman
She aint black, but, she got soul,
She aint young, she aint old,
Shine like silver, burn like gold
Shes a woman, woman,
Shes a woman, shes a woman
Shes a woman, woman,
Shes a woman
She got everything I need,
She make me smile, she make me bleed
Shes a woman, shes a woman
She got the end, she got the means,
She, make me shiver in my jeans
cos shes a woman, shes a woman
She aint black, but, she got soul,
She aint young, she aint old
She shine like silver, burn like gold
cos shes a woman, shes a woman
Shes a woman...
song performed by by Whitesnake
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Intermission I
Dang, girlie look pretty fly in those
Jeans right there, those tight jeans
Huh, girlie looks very wrong
Um, real nasty stank
Cootie cutters...
Ya know what Im talkin about
She needs a case of ho remover
This aint one cute behind
Chorus:
Ho remover
Just a sprinkle a day
Wipes your ho fate away
Has your ho been sprinkled today
She can be my ho any day...
song performed by by TLC
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I'm like every other woman: a closet full of clothes, but nothing to wear: So I wear jeans.
quote by Cameron Diaz
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I Am Not A Woman...
I am not a woman that loves with a heart
I am not a woman that's silly and smart
I am not a woman with open wounds
I am not a woman that's more attuned
I am not a woman that you hold dear
I am not a woman that has no fear
I am not a woman that's loved or lost
I am not a woman that doesn't know the cost
I am not a woman that's hurting inside
I am not a woman that has no foolish pride
I am not a woman that can't look you in the eye
I am not a woman alone that cries
I am not a woman that's imprisoned with chains
I am not a woman that holds her will in vain
I am not a woman, or mother, or friend
or wife, or daughter, or one to depend
I am not a woman of all and more
Because I gave it away to the one I adore
what's left is all you see
Just a woman that truly believes
Be-bop-a-lula
*well
Be-bop-a-lula shes my baby
Be-bop-a-lula dont mean maybe
Be-bop-a-lula shes my baby
Be-bop-a-lula dont mean maybe
Be-bop-a-lula shes my baby doll
My baby doll my baby doll
Well
Shes the one in the red blue jeans
Shes the queen of all the team
Shes the woman walkin that I know
Shes the woman that loves me so
Repeat *
Well
Shes the woman whos got that beat
Shes the woman with the flying feet
Shes the woman walk around the store
Shes the oman gives me more more more
Repeat*
(come on riggs, clamp em)
Repeat*
Paul mccartney: thank you, thank
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Lachung
Now, Lachung hugging me with warm blanket
To spend the night with dreams.
Why I come back to this snow-capped peaks?
Why the hullabaloo in the dining hall-
Why the thrown away beer cans on the snow?
Why the people come back here? why I come here again and again?
I have tears in the flask, the desolate evening in the rucksack-
I have covered the blue melancholy with jeans.
Degenerated we in living our life-
So this yearning for snowy grandeur
So this woman in front of me.
Yet this Lachung woman knows what
We mean to them-we are lots of money
in our wallets- we are glasses of wine
scattered around the day, we are the
Pollution, we are the people strutting in
Emptiness- this mountain knows.
poem by Aloke Mukherjee
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Now that august is gone
Now that august is gone
And we all know that all augusts come and go
Is this woman? a woman of vertue,
Is this woman? a super woman
Is this woman? a woman of mission and vision
Is this woman? classy and stylish
Is this woman? preffesional or house wife
And the woman of action and motion
A woman of courage and resilence
A woman of liberation and liberty
A woman of passion and compassion
A woman of thoughts and opinions
A woman of empathy and sympathy
A woman of concerns and kindness
.
A woman of confrontation or insecurity
A woman of altracation or tranquility
A woman of ambition or armunition
A woman of redeemtion or detention
A woman of power or affection
Is this woman a woman
I am not questining you, woman!
I was questioning this woman
poem by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya
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Put Another Log On The Fire
(sheldon silverstein)
Put another log on the fire,
Cook me up some bacon and some beans,
Go out to the car and change the tire,
Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.
Baby, fill my pipe and then go fetch my slippers,
Boil me up another pot of tea.
Put another log on the fire, girl,
Come and tell me why youre leaving me.
Dont I let you wash the car on sunday ?
Dont I warn you when youre getting fat ?
Hey, fatso!
Aint I gonna take you fishing some day ?
Well, a man cant love a woman more than that.
Aint I always nice to your kid sister,
Dont I take her driving every night ?
So sit here at my feet because I like you when youre sweet
And you know that it aint feminine to fight.
Put another log on the fire,
Cook me up some bacon and some beans,
Go out to the car and change the tire,
Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.
Fill my pipe and then go fetch my slippers,
Boil me up another pot of tea.
Put another log on the fire, woman,
Come and tell me why youre leaving me.
Yeah, come and tell me why youre leaving me.
song performed by by Kinky Friedman
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