Don't French-Kiss your Girl
You'll be in Dutch with her Dad
Swift Turkish Revenge
Georgie Porgie, pudding and pie,
Kissed the girls and made them cry.
One girl grassed him up and the cops came along
And then he sang a quite different song
It was all consensual, he said, and harmless fun.
The boys in blue just shrugged and ran him in.
Now Sir mopes alone in his cold dark cell.
All that fun has consigned him to his time in hell
To his unending and abiding shame
The sex offenders' register now carries his name
.
Ding
Ding
Ding
Tap
tap tap
‘pon mine leathered shoulder
Whilst up we rose
Mitt to duke
And our other two
Waved
“Goodbye”
when we both
(az we still chuckle about it
five years later)
meant in ourn waves
“goodbuy”
*poetic license y'all ,)
.
...Ding
"you have three minutes"
uttered the promoter
Ourn eyne were fixed to
Each's others
whilst it seemed
in slow motion
her soft mitts dropped each hern queries
and reached for mine dukes
Ding
"that means switch table two"
"I don't think they are here" chuckled
one uv the participants...
.
...Switch
Instructed the promoter
and off went
'his' sweat
and the closer
got i
unto hern
net
Another ding and
"Switch"
At last
'Cross from hers
mine
and the now
pink gnarled pyramided heap uv queries
'neath mine closed speak...
.
...Her powder soft
Pulled mine
The whole uv me
Just with her glim
Feet
inches
mine duke
unto 'his'
chin
;)
Mine 6 2
Burly
cauzed his sweat
her lip's quiver
his loose grip
uv hern hip
then ding
that three minute
tinkling...
.
You bet
i wuz there
Az her pluperfect
whisked by i
mine eyne were fixed
only moved
with each
her steps
Then 'he'
'round her bare'd waist
fixed his grip
whilst
hern eyne
ogle'd
mine...
Stan's plan might be to kiss and tell
To raunchy stories find and sell,
She not the type, who judged things well,
When lips failed a secret its cell...
And she's got to protect her shell:
Not the end if privacy spell,
Lust not listen to its hit bell,
Rid of her Passion's thick smell.
"How sweet is a comforting hell?
I wont again in East-Street dwell.
An ignited love burst and fell.
Spice had seen Stan begin to swell
In his hands for drumming a snell;
And what's that, if not death knell?
Should'nt they die who'd kissed and told,
The subject matter; Spice too cold?
Mother kissed father and tripped.
Father told children and ripped.
Mother returned; children kissed mother.
Children told father and bother.
Mother weep; children missed.
Mother tell; Father kissed.
Is there a place that I can be ~ imaginary
Imaginary me is what I’ll be ~ imaginary
Look at the world what do you see ~ imaginary
Fantasy's dream of ecstasy ~ imaginary
Ghost of troubles won't defeat me ~ boo imaginary
Careless solutions would always be ~sad imaginary
Too many people in a love hate affair ~ oh what a bad thing
Bright blue skies suddenly dark clouds appear ~ imaginary
Fake happiness pay your money it's clear ~ no imaginary ~
A complete one stop heaven is here ~ it's imaginary
Oh what a shame ~ we’re caught in a maze of games imaginary ~
Pray truth can tell ~ What’s in a name but a number to claim ~ imagine
it well ~ living in an imaginary world with imaginary dreams to sell
Leaning in closely, you say words I cannot dismiss
Entranced, I watch your lips as they kiss and tell
I wish to feel the sensation as we incline to kiss
But I must wait as lips continue to kiss and tell
Magic is all you speak; words that I won’t miss
I’m tiredly waiting for our time to kiss and tell
I know no matter what they say, all I need is this
Although it’s a constant thing, our kiss and tell
It’s always been able to fulfill my every wish
And no matter what, we’ll always kiss and tell
Kiss And Tell
I’ve never been one to kiss and tell
About the many girls I knew so well
When I was young I had so much fun
But when I got married, those days were done
I sowed my oats, I played the field
And those memories will always be sealed
But it’s fun to look back on those younger ways
And remember those wild college days
But I grew up like all men should
And bought a house in a nice neighborhood
Found a wife and settled down
And became a respectable citizen in our town
Now the parties I attend come with age
As I blow out the candles at another stage
What use to be important has long gave way
To the comfortable life I know today
In my life I have been blessed with much
Health, family, a good job, and such
Some would say I’m lucky and I’d have to agree
My life has been bright from how I see
I’ve never been one to kiss and tell
Or tell the stories I remember so well
What I rather talk about isn’t in the past
Cause the present time goes bye too fast
For I’ve never been happier or been more blessed
Then when I lay my little boy down to rest
And I look at the face of my beautiful son
And realize my best days are yet to come
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