SEXY COLORS REALLY MATTER
I want him dark
In the white house to start
Holding as he lets go the troops
I can see the GI’s take off their boots
Sexy colors really matter
Bring out the smart guys
Give me the sweet life
With you I will melt
As I turn to the Vice
To hear her explain twice
Color is more than that
You need to follow the path
Get on the crazy track
Find out the sweet facts
As you put it in my pack
Being A president takes time
Are you ready to loose your mind
Doing all you can
Will you win or loose again
Not to be on his back
Never hear the please
As I bend over backwards
Trying to go forward
Am I white or black or Oh mama
Let’s get going with O’Bama
By: Shawn Jones 11/10/08
Love hurts, love is joy, love is
you. When i see you me world
is okay, when i see your smile
my life stands still. I wake up
everydaY to here the sweet
melody of your voice. Love is
the
definition of our realtionshiP.
Love, oh my sweet love!!!!!
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