Rue Saint-Denis
In the Paris street
famous for at least 800 years
for comforts and deformities of flesh
a pretty, very sweet
and almost-fresh
young whore approached me:
I'll pleasure you
for just 100 francs, she said.
You have a tender face.
I touched her gently on the arm
and smilingly declined
her old recensions of the intimate
freak-show by which some choose
and some refuse
to propagate the race.
poem by Anthony Weir
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Paris(Lil Sis)
Paris is her name
Paris she beautiful
she got a pretty smile
pretty walk
pretty size
Paris..
Nice
cool
real
short
loveable person
Paris
take what u got and work it
let your haterz hate
your haterz are your biggest fanz
show that beauty
stop hiding it..
To My Bestfriend/ Lil Sis Paris Aka Mizz Killin U H**z
poem by Angel Wade
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Gently
(words & music by wizell - lisbona)
Gently your eyes met mine
Tender, trusting, true
Gently your hand took mine
Thrilled me through and through
Gently, oh so gently
Gentle as the dawn
Gently, oh so gently
Our true love was born
Gently your lips kissed mine
As we strolled along
Gently your heart touched mine
Young and warm and strong
Gently the hour is near
When true loves have to part
Gently well meet again
One more kiss, sweetheart
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Une Nuit A Paris
Part one: one night in paris
Bonjour monsieur
Paris really welcomes you
Its the best room in the house
Its forty francs a night, alright.
Its crazy, it isnt worth a centime
Ill take it!
Merci monsieur
Rouged lips in the gaslight
A great view of the hall
Thats the way the croissant crumbles after all
Paris is only one step away
Les girls are out on bail
Tres bien theres love for sale
Oh my cheri, wish you were mine
And Ill show you a wonderful time
For the price of a cheap champagne
Ill show it you once again
One night in paris
Is like a year in any other place
One night in paris
Will wipe the smile off your pretty face
One girl in paris
Is like loving every woman
One night in paris
One night in paris
One night in paris
May be your last!!!
Part two: the same night in paris
Is he gonna buy?
You wanna little culture?
Is he gonna pay?
Maybe monsieur is into photographs, non?
Or is he gonna fall in love
The all american way?
I got a watch wiz a beautiful swiss movement
Is he gonna buy?
Forget the watch, Ill show you a good time!'
Is he gonna pay?
Le connoisseur, want something different?
Or is he gonna fall in love
The all american way?
Oh you know you aint no casanova
You cant even do the bossa nova
Or the tango or the samba!
Though you are so very charming
No you aint no casanova
Is he gonna buy?
Is he gonna pay?
Or is he gonna fall in love
The all american way?
Sometimes I think he will
But then again........................
One night in paris
Is like a year in any other place!
One night in paris
Will wipe the smile off your pretty face!
Try a girl in paris
But try one of mine
Each night in paris
Each night in paris
Each night in paris
Each night in paris
May be your last!!!
Part three: later the same night in paris
Forty-two, quarante-deux
Rue de saint jacques
All our girls are how you say
Good in the sack
I was a stripper
On the champs elysees
He was a gendarme
In the gendarmerie
Going oh la la la
Oh la la la la
He was a pimp
In a black beret
But he was an artiste
In his own way
Oh la la la
Oh la la la la
When they raided my club that night
They ruined my act with the leather umbrella
The chief de police got a fright
He was up in my boudoir with some other fella
Its only routine
But I got this feeling
It aint good for business
Then the floor cleared
A woman screamed to herself
Henri...though youre not the toast of paris
I love you, although you bed and beat me
Henri, leave it alone,
For the gendarmes just doing his job
Paris is only one step away
Murder is only one step away
Notre dame is ringing her bells
Another gendarme has gone to hell
Notre dame is ringing her bells
Another gendarme has gone to hell
Gone to hell
Gone to hell
One night in paris
Is like a year in any other place
One night in paris
Will wipe the smile off your pretty face
One girl in paris
Is like loving every woman
This night in paris
This night in paris
This night in paris
This night in paris
May be your last!!!
song performed by by 10 Cc
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I Refuse
Everythings heaven sent
Thats what you said and went
Inside your fairy glass
Somethin you think will last
And when they crop you like a clown
You got your smile on upside down
B-baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find omebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
And everythings on a whim
Thats what you said to him
Lyin in wunderlust
Are feelings you never trust
And when they pamper you with ice
I cant believe you dont think twice
Uh baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
And everyone makes the play
With nothing left much to say
Theyre all in an endless line
Waiting for equal time
They keep screaming its the truth
And you keep kneelin in the booth
Oh baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
Oh, I do refuse
(I do refuse)
Oh, you got nothin to lose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
I refuse
(I do refuse)
Ah, oo-oo
(I do refuse)
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
I refuse
(I do refuse)
Oo, oh got nothin to lose
(I do refuse)
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
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song performed by by Cars
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One Sweet Tender Touch
Heartbeat, way down on cove street
Playing to lady luck, awaiting that tender touch
Fantasy is the trick of the dance you see
Hiding that need for love and wanting you close to me
Oh that one sweet and tender touch
Thats what Im missing and need so much
One sweet and tender touch
Bright light
Pretty colours that shine on all through the night
I dont need them, not half as much
As Im wanting your tender touch
And loneliness makes the strongest heart a wilderness
Thats wilder than you see, is wanting you close to me
For that one sweet and tender touch
Thats what Im missing and need so much
One sweet and tender touch
song performed by by Chris Rea
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Saint Augustine In Hell
If somebody up there likes me somebody up there cares
Deliver me from evil save me from these wicked snares
Not into temptation, not to cliffs to fall
On to revelation, and lesson for us all
She walked into the room on the arm of my best friend
I knew whatever happened our friendship would end
Chemical reaction, desire at first sight
Mystical attraction, turned out all my lights
The minute I saw her face the second I caught her eye
The minute I touched the flame I knew it would never die
The minute I saw her face the second I caught her eye
The minute I touched the flame I knew it would never die
I dont know if its pain or pleasure that I seek
My flesh was all too willing, my spirit guide was weak
I was deadly certain thoughts for me werent kind
A switchblade in his pocket, murder on his mind
Blessed st. theresa the whore of babylon
Madonna and my mother all rolled into one
Youve got to understand me, Im not a piece of wood
Francis of assisi could never be this good
The minute I saw her face the second I caught her eye
The minute I touched the flame I knew it would never die
The minute I saw her face the second I caught her eye
The minute I touched the flame I knew it would never die
Relax, have a cigar, make yourself at home. hell is full of high court
Judges, failed saints. weve got cardinals, archbishops, barristers,
Certified accountants, music critics, theyre all here. youre not alone.
Youre never alone, not here youre not. ok breaks over.
The less I need the more I get
Make me chaste but not just yet
Its a promise or a lie Ill repent before I die
The minute I saw her face the second I caught her eye
The minute I touched the flame I knew it would never die
The minute I saw her face the second I caught her eye
The minute I touched the flame I knew it would never die
song performed by by Sting
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Deformities Unseen
Many do not show them,
As those with exposed...
Physical deformities.
However,
The ones with mental deformities unseen...
Are always quick to hide them behind,
A preoccupation to seduce and engross...
With a dosage of fraudulent embellishment.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Whore
Written by John Mellencamp
And now I must face
The crowd once again
The curtain is calling
And the show must begin
The lights grow dim on the floor
And they call me the whore, oh yeah
They call me the whore
They call me the whore
They call me the whore
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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The DirtyWhore
The Dirty Whore
Whore whore whore the dirty little whore
With her heavy hips and juicy lips
She is bound by her pimp who gives her, her daily dose
Crack Coke heroine or lsd
In them she her emotions pores
Whore whore whore the dirty little whore
As she tickles your dick and gives you new kicks
Biting down your balls to take it all
She massages your chest as she bears her breasts
Coming close yet staying a far
As her panties she removes to make new moves
Saddeling up your prick up and down she rolls
Whore whore whore the dirty little whore
Her job is tough her beat is rough
Pimps and pushers her companions at night
She dines with gangsters and cops alike
Getting paid well and getting beaten at times
Taking pills to giving new thrills
Whore whore whore the dirty little whore
Either at street corners, in bazaar's or mandi's
My friends you are bound to meet this raandi
500 for a blow 5000 for a shag
She even carries rubbers in her bag
To please you is her job
But you of your morality she will rob
Beware of the whore the dirty little whore
poem by Anuj Tikku
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Bored with Love
You say you love me - what a bore! !
(I seem to have heard those words before) ,
Quite frankly, dear, they make me sick,
Love's just a biological trick
To propagate the human race....
I know you've got a pretty face
But you'll have to do much better than this
To earn a caress or even a kiss -
It's not that I'm such a very good catch
Or someone considered an ideal match,
It's just that I think the human race
Is a goddamn awful bloody disgrace! !
Take my advice, become a nun,
Nothing is new under the sun.
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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The Mighty
Walking this high road are warriors from an olden time
Curse on this land and the days far behind us
Dragons weve slain, rescued many maidens fair
And no man ever dared break our stride
Or the brotherhood that binds us.
Brothers are we, marching on the roads of time
From this broken land and the days that defined us
All men are free, justice is a sword we hold
Trusting in the knights noble vow
In the brotherhood that binds us.
When the broken are strong
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the beaten are proud
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the twisted can stand
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the silenced can laugh
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the hunted have turned
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the tortured are sane
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the blinded still stare
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the poisoned remain
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the voiceless can sing
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
And the shackled can run
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
And this downtrodden man holds his face to the sun
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
Well be walking high above the world.
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
Our legend will say
Freak the mighty
Freak the mighty
Freak the mighty
Freak the mighty
song performed by by Sting
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A Rose-Bud By My Early Walk
A Rose-Bud By My Early Walk
A rose-bud, by my early walk
Adown a corn-enclosèd bawk,
Sae gently bent its thorny stalk,
All on a dewy morning.
Ere twice the shades o' dawn are fled,
In a' its crimson glory spread,
And drooping rich the dewy head,
It scents the early morning.
Within the bush her covert nest
A little linnet fondly prest;
The dew sat chilly on her breast,
Sae early in the morning.
She soon shall see her tender brood,
The pride, the pleasure o' the wood,
Amang the fresh green leaves bedew'd,
Awauk the early morning.
So thou, dear bird, young Jeany fair,
On trembling string or vocal air,
Shall sweetly pay the tender care
That tents thy early morning!
So thou, sweet rose-bud, young and gay,
Shalt beauteous blaze upon the day,
And bless the parent's evening ray
That watch'd thy early morning!
poem by Robert Burns
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Raincoat And A Rose
Heartbeat, way down on Cove Street;
Playing to lady luck, awaiting that tender touch
Fantasy, is the trick of the dance you see;
Hiding the need for love, and wanting you close to me
Oh, that one sweet and tender touch
That's what I'm missing, I need so much;
And one sweet and tender touch oh
Bright light, pretty colours that shine on all through the night;
I don't need them not half as much, as I'm wanting your tender touch
And loneliness, makes the strongest heart a wilderness;
That's wilder than you see, is wanting you close to me
song performed by by Chris Rea
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Sweet Head
I tried to break away from you
From the spics and blacks and the gum you chew
Where the posters are torn by the muggin gangs
By the faggy parks and the burnt out vans
Ive got 99 years of laying in the dark and Im far too young to lie
Ive got 99 ways to play my guitar its going to pay me before I die
So bob your sweet head
Brother ziggy going to play
Im just about the best you can hear
Gonna rock it in your head
Shazam and come ball
With my guitar and mr. bang o
We can give you sweet head
Im tough as glass and clean as night
Well if looks can love we can love all right
Im your rubber peacock angelic whore
Im a wrought iron face upon the wall
I had 99 days of murder come life and Im running away from it all
I got a bedroom every mirror in town theyre going to claim me if I fall
So bob your sweet head
Brother ziggy going to play
Im just about the best you can hear
Gonna rock it in your head
Shazam and come ball
With my guitar and mr. bang o
We can give you sweet head
Sweet head
Give you sweet head
While you down there
See my eyes of blocked emotion, see my tremble, see my fall
Traumatics thick and fast, your faith in me can last
Besides Im known to lay you, one and all
Look south the way your mother dwells
If she knew whats going down, shed give you hell
Im the kind of man she warned me of
Till there was rock you only had god
You and I have a mutual vow we both like young, and we both like loud
I got pretty shoes and Im kid and proud Im street side out with my ear to the crowd
So bob your sweet head
Brother ziggy going to play
Im just about the best you can hear
Its gonna rock it in your head
Shazam and come ball
With my guitar and mr. bang o
We can give you a sweet head
Move along sir
Ho
song performed by by David Bowie
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Song - The Church Hall in Drummore
She’s sitting down beside the wall
When the music starts to play
I’m walking slowly ‘cross the hall
And I'm lost for words to say
I know her name and nothing more
But there’s something in her eyes
We’re in the village of Drummore
In the Church Hall side by side
Some kind of spell falls over us
It's the nineteen seventies
We’re oh so young and lost for love
And we gently start to kiss
Her lips are soft; she holds me tight
And we’re seized by tenderness
But something took me off that night
From her sweet and tender lips
From time to time I think of you
In your village by the shore
And how the years so quickly flew
Since we kissed then touched no more
I caught your eye in Mill Street once
And we said a warm hello
It turned my thoughts to love and chance
In the church hall in drummore
(chorus)
I held you in my arms that night
A short and precious time
And you were more than you’ll ever know
So long ago dear in Drummore
Ghost Song
Awake.
Shake dreams from you hair,
my pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and the sign of your day,
the day's divinity,
first thing you see.
A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon,
couples naked race down by its quiet side,
and we laugh like soft, mad children,
smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy.
The music and voices are all around us.
Choose, they crooned, the ancient ones.
The time has come again.
Choose now, they croon beneath the moon,
Beside an ancient lake.
Enter again the sweet forest,
enter the hot dream,
come with us.
Everything is broken up, and dances.
Indians scattered on Dawn's Highway bleeding,
ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind
song performed by by Doors
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Lets Go!
(oh na, na, na)
She hosts a t.v. show--she rides the rodeo
She plays the bass in a band
Shes an astronaut--
A valet at the parking lot
A farmer working the land
She is a champion--she gets the gold
Shes a ballerina--the star of the show
[chorus:]
Shes--not--just a pretty face
Shes--got--everything it takes
She has a fashion line--
A journalist for time
Coaches a football team
Shes a geologist--a romance novelist
She is a mother of three
She is a soldier--she is a wife
She is a surgeon--shell save your life
[chorus:]
Shes--not--just a pretty face
Shes--got--everything it takes
Shes--mother--of the human race
Shes--not--just a pretty face
Oh, oh, yeah
Oh na, na, na, na.....
She is your waitress--she is your judge--
She is your teacher
She is every woman in the world
Oh, la, la, la
She flies an airplane--
She dirve a subway train
At night she pumps gasoline
Shes on the council--shes on the board
Shes a politician--she praises the lord
[repeat second chorus]
No, shes (shes) not (not)--
Just a pretty face
Shes (shes) got (got)--everything it takes
Shes--not--just a pretty face
Shes got everything it takes
Shes not just a pretty face
song performed by by Shania Twain
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Bleecker Street
Bleecker street, bleecker street
Sure like to find you underneath my feet
You make me feel kinda cool and complete
My down home one and only bleecker street
They say broadway cant be beat
And fifth avenue is pretty neat
But none of them big boys can compete
With my down home one and only bleecker street
I could be
In hawaii
Chasing waves
Admiring the sky
London, paris, amsterdam...
But Im just ecstatic
Where I am
Life is sexy, life is sweet
In manhattans ninety-six degree heat
Just pounding tar to my favourite beat
My down home one and only bleecker street
song performed by by Waterboys
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I Do Not Hunger For Your Unhappiness
My hands can gently hold.
Also ball into fists.
I refuse to lift my hands to hit.
I refuse that kind of anguish to sit,
Within me.
My tongue could be peppered,
Or honeyed sweet.
I could deliver bitterness,
Or clinch my teeth!
I could bite my lips,
And resist to throw a fit!
And I do...
With my legs.
Taking my heart away,
From all of it!
I will not entertain...
Your appetite for ignorance.
But I can.
I choose not to!
And I suggest...
You let this rest.
Since I've confessed,
I do not hunger...
For your unhappiness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On Every Street
Theres gotta be a record of you some place
You gotta be on somebodys books
The lowdown - a picture of your face
Your injured looks
The sacred and profane
The pleasure and the pain
Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete
And its your face Im looking for on every street
A ladykiller - regulation tattoo
Silver spurs on his heels
Says - what can I tell you as Im standing next to you
She threw herself under my wheels
Oh its a dangerous road
And a hazardous load
And the fireworks over liberty expode in the heat
And its your face Im looking for on every street
A three-chord symphony crashes into space
The moon is hanging upside down
I dont know why it is Im still on the case
Its a ravenous town
And you still refuse to be traced
Seems to me such a waste
And every victory has a taste thats bittersweet
And its your face Im looking for on every street
song performed by by Dire Straits
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