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Quick Retorts

Very often, when I’ve been in a group
Of folks who enjoy making smart remarks
Not for maliciousness, it’s all in fun
But, still, one needs a quick retort

For me, I’ll usually think of one
‘Bout fifteen minutes after everyone’s gone
And wonder “now why didn’t I say that”
But, by then, it’s too late, they’ve already gone

This one old boy that I’m around a lot
Seems always ready with a smart remark
It’s not very often he ever gets stopped
But, one got him good with a quick retort

It was when this fellow comes back to work
From his honeymoon with a great big grin
Old “Smarty” got ‘em cornered in the crowd and asked
“How many times on your first night, friend?

Now, the boy’s face turned strawberry red
And old “Smarty” figured, he’d gave him a start
But once he got over the initial jolt
He said “two times, Smarty” and he stuck his chest out

Old “Smarty” reared back and said, “on my wedding night,
Me and my wife, twelve times, we went at it”
The boy, straight faced, and without hesitation
Said, “well, I reckon my wife just wasn’t used to it”

Copyright C R Clark-3/11/2008

poem by C.R. Clark
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Who’s Dot Pulleteen?

To the Editor of The Albany Observer

Dear Sir,
Smarting from the effects of a neat back-hander administered to it by the Sydney Bulletin, the W.A. Bulletin prints the following:—“Says the S. Bulletin—‘The talented Henry Lawson has left Sydney for Western Australia.’ Who’s Henry Lawson?” The W.A. Bulletin might reasonably ask this question, but it is not right that an unknown writer should be used as a weapon of spite by one paper against another, and this mysterious individual in question, who might be a German, could easily relieve his injured feelings as follows:

O my prow vas plack mit curses,
Ven I dries to write dose verses;
Ven I dries to write dot boem,
Dot de best was effer been.
All in vain my peer I guzzles,
But I gannod solve dot broblem,
“Who’s dot Western Pulleteen?”

Und I swear mit pleets and dvonder,
Und I ferry often wonder,
Would dot paber’s cirgulation
Shusta little pigger been,
If dey toog deir seissor-pinchers,
Shust to cut some leetle inches
From that smarty-smarty writer
Of dot Western Pulleeteen.

“Let dose mountains fall and hide us”
Gry benighded odersiders,
Shame come round and woe betide us,
Und our fellow men deride us
If we effer yet can find oud
“Who’s dot Western Pull-it-in?”

HENRICH HERTZBERG LAWSON

I remain, Yours etc.,
JOE SWALLOW

poem by Henry Lawson
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The Good Times Are Killing Me

The good times are killing me.
Here we go!
Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
Shrug off shortsighted false excitement and oh what can I say?
Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.
The good times are killing me.
Kick butt buzz-cut dickheads
who didn't like what I said.
The good times are killing me.
Jaws clenched tight we talked all night,
oh but what the hell did we say?
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
Fed up with all that LSD.
Need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines.
Late nights with warm, warm whiskey.
I guess the good times they were all just killing me.
Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
The good times are killing me.
Enough hair of the dog to make myself an entire rug.
The good times are killing me.
Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.
The good times are killing me.
Shit-kicker city slickers who all wanted me dead.
The good times are killing me.
Get sucked in and stuck in late nights
with more folks that I don't know.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.

song performed by by Modest Mouse
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Where Have All The Good Times Gone!

All my life Ive never stopped to worry 'bout a thing,
Open up and shout it out,an never try to sing,
Wondering if Ive done it wrong,
Will this depression last for long,wont you tell me,
Where have all the good times gone.
Where have all the good times gone.
Where have all the good times gone.
Once we had an easy ride and always felt the same,
Time was on our side and we had everything to gain,
This could be like yesterday,
Is thst me with your happydays,
Where have all the good times gone.
Where have all the good times gone.
Where have all the good times gone.
Ma and pa look back on all the things they used to do,
Never had no money and they always told the truth,
Daddy didnt need no little toys,
Mommy didnt need no little boys,wont you tell me,
Where have all the good times gone.
Where have all the good times gone.
Where have all the good times gone.
Ow!
Yesterday was such an easy game for you to play,
Ah but then lets face it,things are easier today,
Yes you need some bringing down,
Get your feet back on the ground,
Where have all the good times gone.
Where have all the good times gone.
Where have all the good times gone.
Where have all the good times gone.
Where have all the good times gone.

song performed by by Van Halen
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Good Times Are Killing Me

MODEST MOUSE - The Good Times Are Killing Me
Album: Good News For People Who Love Bad News (2004)
The good times are killing me.
Here we go!
Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
Shrug off shortsighted false excitement and oh what can I say?
Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.
The good times are killing me.
Kick butt buzz-cut dickheads
who didn't like what I said.
The good times are killing me.
Jaws clenched tight we talked all night,
oh but what the hell did we say?
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
Fed up with all that LSD.
Need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines.
Late nights with warm, warm whiskey.
I guess the good times they were all just killing me.
Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
The good times are killing me.
Enough hair of the dog to make myself an entire rug.
The good times are killing me.
Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.
The good times are killing me.
Shit-kicker city slickers who all wanted me dead.
The good times are killing me.
Get sucked in and stuck in late nights
with more folks that I don't know.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.

song performed by by Modest Mouse
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Where Have All The Good Times Gone

Well, lived my life and never stopped to worry bout a thing
Opened up and shouted out and never tried to sing
Wondering if Id done wrong
Will this depression last for long?
Wont you tell me
Where have all the good times gone?
Where have all the good times gone?
Well, once we had an easy ride and always felt the same
Time was on our side and I had everything to gain
Let it be like yesterday
Please let me have happy days
Wont you tell me
Where have all the good times gone?
Where have all the good times gone?
Ma and pa look back at all the things they used to do
Didnt have no money and they always told the truth
Daddy didnt have no toys
And mummy didnt need no boys
Wont you tell me
Where have all the good times gone?
Where have all the good times gone?
Well, yesterday was such an easy game for you to play
But lets face it things are so much easier today
Guess you need some bringing down
And get your feet back on the ground
Wont you tell me
Where have all the good times gone?
Where have all the good times gone?
Where have all the good times gone?

song performed by by Kinks
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Sometimes

Sometimes..
I wish I would have met you in a different time, a different place
Sometimes..
I wish you really knew how I felt
Sometimes..
I wish you could just read my mind
Sometimes..
I wish things were different
Sometimes..
I wish I had told you how I feel
Sometimes..
I wish I had let you in
Sometimes..
I wish you could feel how I feel
Sometimes..
I wish you had tried harder
Sometimes..
I wish you wouldn't have given up
Sometimes..
I wish you would just be straight with me
Sometimes..
I wish we had a different method of communication
Sometimes..
I misunderstand what you are trying to say
Sometimes..
I over react
Sometimes..
I am so utterly confused
Sometimes..
I'm so frustrated with you
Sometimes
I wish you didn't mean as much to me as you do
Sometimes
I wonder what my life would be like
If I had never met you..
Because
Difficult as it is my friend,
I hope we can remain
Good friends
Sometimes
I wonder if it means as much to you
Sometimes
I push you away
Sometimes
I wish we could just fight
Sometimes
I wonder what making up would be like with you
Sometimes
Your methods of communication or the lack there of
Leave me alone with my thoughts
And, that's just not good
Sometimes
Sometimes
I'm amazed by you
Sometimes
I'm glad it's you
Sometimes
A lot of the time
I can't help myself
I think of you
Sometimes
I write poems, like this
Sometimes
I think you know
Sometimes
I wish..
It's just
Sometimes
Many times
I wish you wouldn't hold your self back
Many times
I wish you would say...something
Many times
I wish I could go back in time
Many times
I wish I would have said yes for all the times I said I couldn't
Many times
I wish you would just make me
Tell you
What you already know
Some times I wish you knew
How many times a day
I think of you.

poem by Rabia Minhas
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The Stranger (story)

(story 03/14/11)

I saw a man coming down the road
Head held high, eyes were strong.
He stopped and asked of me
If he could have a bite to eat.

His clothes were all torn and tattered
I asked him what was the matter.
He looked at me and his eyes turned down
His face changed from a smile to a frown.

Hard times I have come across
I was let go by my boss
He said the times was making him downsize
And he had to let go of people to survive.
Everyone was doing the same
People losing their jobs was quite a shame.

Being a farmer who had hard times too
I knew exactly what he was going thru.
So I invited him inside to sit for a spell
For traveling these roads could really be hell.

He was given some soup to take
the chill out of his bones
And was told by the farmer that he wasn’t alone.
He was then given some dinner to eat
To this man it was quite a treat.

The farmer told him he could bathe and
stay the night - and if he wanted to leave
He could leave at first light.
He laid out some pajamas for him to wear
Even gave him some clean underwear.
The bed in the spare room was “ oh so nice”
And he slept peacefully throughout the night.
When he awoke there was breakfast on the table
Coffee, ham and eggs, and cream cheese on a bagel.
After having breakfast he felt like a new man
He looked for the farmer to shake his hand.
He thanked the farmer and asked him his name
He pointed to a wooden nameplate which said:
J. CHRISTHISSON- but some call me J.C.
He then told him he put a fresh set of clothes
On his backpack, turned around and didn’t look back.
So he put on his new clothes and out the door he went
Thinking that this man was heaven sent.
As he walked a mile down the road
He felt guilty that he didn’t thank him properly
For being so kind to a man in need.
He ran back to the farm house and knocked at the door
To be greeted by someone he had never saw.
“I am looking for the farmer who owns this place! ”
That would be me! What can I do for you?
He said: no! that can not be! It was a younger
Man, not as elderly with a beard and shoulder length hair.
He gave me dinner and invited me in, let me bathe
And to have a good nights sleep, then gave
Me these clothes and breakfast to eat.
I don’t see how here you could have stayed
When my wife and I were in another county far away.
But there has been stories going around
About someone helping people when their luck was down.
As he said that - the strangers back pack fell
to the ground, and he heard a clatter.
The man looked at him and asked what was the matter.
He opened his backpack and a wooden name plate fell to the ground
And broke in three- when he looked he could not believe what he saw.
The three parts said: J.CHRIST-HIS-SON
And a cross and rosary laid alongside with a note with one word.
HOPE
Now who could this man have been?

poem by Louis Rams
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U.F.O. Sighting

Woke up one morning early
noticed it had been snowing all through the night.
But over in the side yard I'd spotted
a huge circle of brown grass, not white!

I ran and woke up my husband!
to come and see what I just did!
I told him it was made from a U.F.O
and that I was really possitive!

My husband said, 'honey
you must of had to much wine to drink! '
Because that's where the lid of the septics' located
the snow melted from the septic's heat!

Well I'm really not sure he's right you know
I'm still looking for a U.F.O. sighting one day!
And maybe I'll let them take me to their planet
that will show that smarty husband!
Then what will he have to say?

poem by Linda Winchell
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A Matter of Knack

Jock M'Pherson was a person who was boastful in conversin',
But respectable and ponderous and dignified withal!
Con M'Carty was a party who was something of a smarty,
And beside the big M'Pherson looked particularly small;
But Cornelius M'Carty, he was artful, after all!

When Cornelius M'Carty thought M'Pherson was his dart, he
Made a wager he could carry him a mile along the track;
Which, considering M'Pherson was a very weighty person,
Was a risky undertaking for M'Carty's little back.
But Cornelius protested it depended on the knack!

"Take yer coat off!" called M'Carty, and M'Pherson gave a start, he
Hadn't bargained for proceedings the reverse of dignified!
But he felt he had the best of the arrangement. "Take yer vest off!"
Said M'Carty; and M'Pherson very graciously complied.
It was in the private parlor, and the crowd was all outside.

"Take yer boots off!" said M'Carty in a cheerful tone and hearty,
But M'Pherson he objected that the crowd would see his toes.
Said M'Carty, "See, M'Pherson, there ain't any sense in cursin',
Take yer boots off, I don't reckon to be handicapped with those!
I am not the sort of juggins you apparently suppose!"

This M'Pherson's wrath arouses. "But," said he, "I'll keep me trousers!"
"Not a trouser!" said M'Carty, "or to me the wager goes.
The conditions you're reversin'; I will carry you, M'Pherson,
But the wager doesn't say a blessed word about yer clothes!"
That was how the small M'Carty had M'Pherson by the nose!

poem by William Thomas Goodge
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So Many Times

So many times love has crossed my door
and in the night slipped quietly away.

So many times dreams have based themselves with me,
and then faded with the dawning of the day.

So many times, I asked for an angel,
who came briefly before flying away.

So many times, I have asked for things
to fill my life with joy.

So many times, I have been denied
that I don’t ask for anything anymore.

28 May 2008

poem by David Harris
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Ready For The Good Times

I dont wanna clear the cobwebs from my head
Time will bring them back I bet
So if you hear me say that I believe in love
Dont make me feel ashamed
I used to sing the saddest songs
And while in the meantime roaches used to climb my door
Falling back down to the floor
I used to read survival guides
When my world was full of seven legged cats
But here iam with eight more lives
Im ready for the good times
Im ready for the good tims
Now that Im not olone
Oh oh oh oh (3x)
You know it
Oh oh oh (2x)
You better now ignore it.
I dont want to look at fashion magazines
While someone is doing my naiels
Sitting here watching other people live
Frozen by the fear to fail
Cause everyday theres a war to fight
And if I win or lose never mind
As long as youre my shelter every night
I used to cry against a wall
But now Ive got a shoulder that I can lean on
Swear to me you wont be gone
Im ready for the good times
Im ready for the good times
Ready to get it on
Im ready for the good times
Im ready for the good times
Now that Im not alone

song performed by by Shakira
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Wedding Band

Joey Wedding Band

JoAnn was the birth name of my wife
To me Joey was her name for a lot of our married life
One of the best things anyone could ask for in life
Is to have a good and loving wife

When it comes time for me to pass no matter day or night
I hope and pray that my wife will be my guiding light
I did not complement my wife as much as I could of
But with all my heart I gave her my love

My wife is in heaven watching over our family
Hoping we could be the best we could be
I am now living by myself and on my own
I have my dogs and my family but I feel alone

I never thought I knew how bad pain could ever be
Until my wife died and left me
At times my wife lets me know she is near
She turns off the picture frame to let me know she is here

On a chain around my neck I wear my wife’s wedding band
I also still wear mine on the finger of my left hand
To anyone who reads this poem do not let the time with your family go
Everything is gone before you know

poem by Michael Gelb
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Good Times

my daddy has paid the rent
and the insurance man is gone
and the lights is back on
and my uncle brud has hit
for one dollar straight
and they is good times
good times
good times

my mama has made bread
and grampaw has come
and everybody is drunk
and dancing in the kitchen
and singing in the kitchen
of these is good times
good times
good times

oh children think about the
good times

poem by Lucille Clifton
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Story Of My Life

High school seemed like such a blur,
I didn't have much interest in sports or school elections.
And in class I dreamed all day,
Of a rock 'n' roll weekend
And the girl in the front of the room,
So close yet so far y'know she never seemed to notice
That this silly schoolboy crush
Wasn't just pretend.
[Chorus:]
Life goes by so fast
You only want to do what you think is right.
Close your eyes and then it's past;
Story of my life
And I went down my old neighborhood
The faces have all changed there's no one left to talk to
And the pool hall I loved as a kid
Is now a Seven Eleven
I went downtown to look for a job
I had no training, no experience to speak of.
I looked at the holes in my jeans
And turned and headed back.
[Chorus]
Good times come and good times go,
I only wish the good times would last a little longer.
I think about the good times we had
And why they had to end.
So I sit at the edge of my bed
I strum my guitar and I sing an outlaw love song.
Thinkin' 'bout what you're doin' now
And when you're comin' back.

song performed by by Reel Big Fish
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Theory of Naas

In times of yore in Ireland
The jokes came thick and fast
About the town of Naas.
They changed the way they said it.
Instead of rhyming Naas with arse
They rhymed it with a face-
Sounds like the queen says 'nice'.

Irish jokers agreed to wipe
Anal-rhyming with old Naas.
Till Joyce-he couldn't stop himself,
Insinuating smarty-arse.

Why did Joyce call the guy Athy
When he could have called him Naas?

On a map of Kildare
Two towns at a glance
Rhyme with what's found
In a character's pants.

Young Dedalus shared a sickroom
With a guy nicknamed 'a thigh'.
'an arse' it could have equally been.
Why not? I'll give it a try:
First thoughts were Joyce were a shy man
Then I guessed his mind too high class.
The truth of it is he was tickled
By the sounds of Athy and of Naas:
Just to mention Athy to an Ireman
Brings on a thought of an arse.

poem by Douglas Scotney
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Four Times A Lady

Come on baby,
Well I got a little story,
Hey yeh,
Tell me are you with me,
Tell me are you with me,
Sing it,
Hey yeh,
Sing it sing it for me,
Hey yeh owhhh,
Tell me tell me baby,
All up in the crib on a Friday night,
Friday night,
Me and my guys looking oh so tight,
Oh so tight,
Bounce from the crib to the car,
From the car all the way to the bar,
Gotta wonder where you are,
Always loved you from afar,
Hope that,
Wait a minute there she is all up at the back,
Girl I really wanna come and get with you tonight,
Alright alright,
Owh girl you look so fine,
And I want you to be mine,
Well I had nothing to lose,
Thought I'd make my move,
Getting close to you is all I wanna do oh,
I can remember so clearly,
Trying to catch your eye,
You didn't notice me,
So Maybe,
Nows as good a time as ever,
Yeh,
So I asked her if she'd mind,
Could we share a little time,
Told me that would be just fine,
Couldn't believe I had her by my side,
Who'd ever thought she'd end up in my ride,
Straight to the top,
Girl you really make me hot,
Cos your just four times a lady,
Spinning around till the morning light,
Gonna be making sweet with her all through the night,
Straight to the top,
Girl you really make me hot,
Cos your just four times a lady,
Now she calls me up on the phone nearly everynight,
Just to make sure that i'm not feeling lonely,
Yeh,
She'd even come around telling me how she was feeling uptight,
Yeh,
Just so she could hold me,
So I said that take it all in for a minute,
She's the kinda girl you wanna have around who's all up in it,
Shes my everything,
Takes good care of me,
And she's all the things a girl's supposed to be,
Yeh,
I can't imagine living without you,
I love you,
Yes I do,
Never knew my dreams would all come true,
When I stopped to talk to you,
Saw you out with your girlfriends,
Thought she's so damn fine,
How I wish that she could be mine,
But everytime I saw her,
She'd always pass me by,
Never could catch her eye,
Couldn't believe I had her by my side,
Who'd ever thought she'd end up in my ride,
Straight to the top,
Girl you really make me hot,
Cos your just four times a lady,
Spinning around till the morning light,
Gonna be making sweet love with her all through the night,
Straight to the top,
Girl you really make me hot,
Cos your just four times a lady,
Now I must admit,
Since you came into my life,
Like a fairytale you made my world complete,
Ohhhh baby,
Well I feel you baby,
And the things you do,
Cos your everything more than a girls supposed to be,
And I really mean it baby,
And I want you to know,
Couldn't believe I had her by my side,
Who'd ever thought she'd end up in my ride,
Straight to the top,
Girl you really make me hot,
Cos your just four times a lady,
Spinning around till the morning light,
Gonna be making sweet love with her all through the night,
Straight to the top,
Girl you really make me hot,
Cos your just four times a lady (x2)
Your four times a lady,
Yes your are baby,
Your four,
Your four times a lady,
Oh yeh babe,
Oh yeh eh yehh,
When you said to me inside you felt the same

song performed by by Craig David
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Where Have All The Good Times Gone

In my life Ive never stopped to worry about a thing
Opened up and shouted out and never tried to see
Wondering if Id done wrong (uuuh uh uh uuuh hu)
Will this depression last for long
Wont you tell me
Where have all the good times gone
Where have all the good times gone
Where have all the good times gone
Once we had an easy ride and always felt the same
Time was on our side and I had everything to gain
Let it be like yesterday (uuuh uh uh uuuh hu)
Please let me have happy days
Ma and pa looked back on all the things they used to do
Didnt have no money and they always told the truth
Daddy didnt have no toys (uuuh uh uh uuuh hu)
And mummy didnt need no boys
Wont you tell me
Where have all the good times gone
Where have all the good times gone
Where have all the good times gone
Yesterday was such an easy game for you to play
But lets face it things are so much easier today
Guess you need some bringing down (uuuh uh uh uuuh hu)
Get your feet back on the ground
Wont you tell me
Where have all the good times gone
Where have all the good times gone
Where have all the good times gone

song performed by by David Bowie
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No Business Of Ours

How many times have we
turned our back on someone
who needed our help?
Too many times,
we turn our back saying
this is no business of ours.
How many times have we
walked away on someone
who just needed someone there?
Too many times,
we turn a deaf ear
when we should be listening.
How many times have we
done these things?
Too many times and more.

How many times have we
stood by in someone’s crisis,
but never did a thing.
Too many times,
we have never lifted a finger
when we should have stepped in.
One cry heard in the night
and never answered
is just one cry too many.
Cemeteries are too filled with cries
that were no business of ours.
One day we might realise
one voice can defeat an army,
and one outstretched hand of friendship
could reverse all too popular trends,
saving us from saying,
over and over again,
this is no business of ours.

7 February 2011

poem by David Harris
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If You Be Wise

See her candle,
Waver in the window of her summer night.
Lying on the breeze,
She tries to fall asleep.
Flights of fancy,
Dancing through her memories like arabian nights.
He is riding on his wings of fire,
And flies away.
She can still hear him say.
If youll be wise,
If youll be smart,
Dont let a travelin man take your heart.
Take my advice,
Dont let it start,
Youll think youre different from the rest.
Youll try to do your part,
Until he breaks your heart.
Lunch for the lonely,
Looking at picture postcards of someone elses scene.
Somehow they dont seem real,
The seas too green.
Somebody calls her,
Giving out information,
About the boy on the moon.
Suddenly its all too much,
To be told,
What she already knows.
If youll be wise,
If youll be smart,
Dont let a travelin man take your heart.
Take my advice,
Dont let it start,
cause youve been told too many times.
(instrumental)
If youll be wise,
If youll be smart,
Dont let a travelin man take your heart.
Take my advice,
Dont let it start,
cause youve been told too many times.
If youll be wise,
If youll be smart,
Dont let a travelin man take your heart.
Take my advice,
Dont let it start,
cause when he comes and needs a friend,
Hell do it all again.
Better be smart,
Hes breakin your heart,
Find you another lover.
Better be wise,
And open your eyes,
This time.

song performed by by Kenny Loggins
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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4 Times A Lady (live)

Ohh lady, got something to say
Alright baby, oh yes I do
oh now lady, mmm yeah
got something to say, something to say
check it out, well
all up in the mix on a friday night, friday night
me and my guys lookin oh so tight, oh so tight
bounced from the crib to the car,
from the car on our way to the bar
girl I wonder where you are, always loved you from afar
hold that, wait a minute this hit it up from the back
and girl I really wanna come and get with you tonight, alright alright
oh girl you look so fine, and I want you to be mine
well I got nothing to lose, gonna make my move
getting close to you is all I wanna do oh
i can remember so clearly you all up in your hair but didn't notice me,
so maybe, now's the time to make my move lady
so i asked her if she'd mind could we share a little time
told me that would be just fine
couldn't believe I had her by my side
who'd ever thought she'd end up in my ride
straight to the top, girl you're gonna make me hot
you're just four times a lady
spinning around til the morning light
gonna be making sweet love with her all through the night
straight to the top, girl you're gonna make me hot
you're just four times a lady
now she calls me up on the phone nearly every night
just to make sure im not feeling lonely yeah
she'd even come around telling me how she was feel uptight, yeah baby
so i said that I'll take ya darling, for a minute
she's the type of girl you wanna have around, she's all up in it
she's my everything, takes good care of me
and she's all the things that a girl's supposed to be, yeah
can't imagine living without you
i love you, yes i do
never thought my dreams would all come true when i stopped to talk to you
so you're out with your girlfriends, cuz she's so damn fine
and i wish she could be mine, but every time i saw her
she'd always pass me by, never could catch her eye
couldnt believe i had her by my side
who'd ever thought she'd end up in my ride
straight to the top, girl you're gonna make me hot
you're just four times a lady
you're four times a lady, yes you are yeah
you're four, you're four times a lady yeah
you're four times a lady, ohh baby ohh baby
when you said to me inside you felt the same

song performed by by Craig David
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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