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Kids used to tease me unmercifully about that name.

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I tease Jami

I tease Jami
If you see her, please
Tell her this for me,
She is my Beatrice,
She steals my dreams
She is too beautyful for me,
But I think she's made for me.
.
I kiss Jami
Though it's only a dream
But to me it feels so real.
.
I tease Jami
She's always had my poems,
Though she's never liked them,
So I rewrote them.
.
I tease Jami
For Mr. Petty she had sweet kids
She's never liked distant dating,
But for me she did it.
.
I tease Jami
She's had her heart fixed on Petty,
But with Dante Alighieri, I stole it.
.
I tease Jami,
She wouldn't want to leave America
But for me,
She chosed Africa.
.
I tease Jami
I made her fell for me,
Though she never cried infront of me,
But Cupid's never stupid,
Together with Aphrodite we
Made another Beatrice for Benjamin.
.
I tease Jami
She's always had my poetry
Like Beatrice in Dante's comedy
And for sake of Benjamin's enemies
Let them burn in Hell for me.
.
I tease Jami
She's too pretty for my liking,
Sophistication is an understatement
Not common with Nigeria's government,
Even a goddess from Greek mythology
Is an understatement

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poem by Efe Benjamin
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The Kids

Written by jay kay and toby smith
Now were getting nasty
Everybody is talking about the kids
The kids have funky soul and groove emotion
But if you dont give the kids the chance to use it
Theyre always more than likely to abuse it
Kids get down, stormy weather, fifteen years of royal pleasure.
Everybodys talking about the kids
And its taking time for you to realise
Now hunger turns to anger in your eyes
I say the revolution will be televised, yes it will gil...
Everybodys talking about the kids
Kids get down, stormy weather, fifteen years of royal pleasure.
Kids get down underground, evrybody dance to the funky sound.
Everybodys talking about the kids
The kids need space to get their heads in place
And every day this world we have to face
Well I just cant seem to find my proper place
Kids get down, celebrate, now were gonna kick the thing we hate
Everybodys talking about the kids
It wont be long before we get our own
And every kid can truly feel at home
I told ya you should give the dog a bone.
Kids get down, pressurized, to live the life that you devised
Kids get down, celebrate, life is to short to complicate
Everybodys talking about school
But I get more pleasure breaking all the rules
Cos lesson one begins with life is cruel
Well I guess Im just an educated fool
Everybodys talking about the kids
Mom and dad make efforts to excuse it
Government officials will confuse it
Members of the bench will try to prove it
Youre going down sucker!
Everybodys talking about the kids now
Everybodys talking about the kids now
The kids got funky soul
Everybodys talking about high
But kids get high to satisfy
For reaching out to touch the sky
Is all I can identify, and you know why...
Kids get down, stormy weather, fifteen years of royal pleasure
Kids get down celebrate, now were gonna kick the thing we hate.

song performed by Jamiroquai
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Virginia's Story

Elizabeth Gates-Wooten is my Grand mom.

She was born in Canada with her father and brothers.
They owned a Barber Shoppe.
I don't remember exactly where in Canada.
I believe it was right over the border like Windsor or Toronto.
I never knew exactly where it was.

When she was old enough she got married.

First, she married a man by the name of Frank Gates.
He was from Madagascar.
He fathered my mom and her brother and sister.
The boy's name was Frank Gates, Jr.
Two girls name were Anna and Agnes.

Agnes was my mother.

Frank Gates went crazy after the war
He drank a lot and died
Then grandma Elizabeth married a man by the name of Mr. Wooten.
He had a German name, but I don't think he was German.
She took his last name after they got married.

Then they moved to West Virginia in the United States.

Their son, Frank Gates Jr. Became a delegate in the democratic party.
He use to get into a lot of trouble because he liked to fight.
He was a delegate from the 1940's to 1970's.
He died of gout in the 1970's.

Anna was a maid and cook.

She baked cakes and stuff for people as a side line.
She had a hump on her back (scoliosis) .
She had to walk with a cane.
She could cook good though.
She did this kind of work all of her life, just like her mom, Elizabeth

They were both good cooks

They had a lot of money because they had these skills
Especially when people had parties.
Because they would make all of this food and then they would have left-overs.
We got to eat a lot of stuff we normally wouldn't get because of that.
When they cooked, they didn't use no measuring stuff, they would just use there hand.

My moms name was Agnes Barrie Gates.

She married James Wright and moved to Cleveland.

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poem by Talile Ali
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Sweet Baby

My sweet baby
Come on touch me, tease me
My sweet baby
Hold me, love me, need me
My sweet baby
Come on touch me, tease me
My sweet baby
Gonna be just fine with
My sweet baby
See, every time that I think of you
You make me feel so good
Do anything that you ask me to
Boy, you know I would
I just wanna be in your arms
Holdin' me, kissin' me all night long
And I want you to know
That I'm your lady and you're my
My sweet baby
Come on touch me, tease me
My sweet baby
Hold me, love me, need me
My sweet baby
Come on touch me, tease me
My sweet baby
Gonna be just fine with
My sweet baby
See, I don't care what nobody says
As long as you're with me
Forever you lovin' me
Is the way that it's gonna be
I just wanna spend all my time
With you, baby, you're, oh, so fine
And I want you to know
That I'm your lady and you're my
My sweet baby
Come on touch me, tease me
My sweet baby
Hold me, love me, need me
My sweet baby
Come on touch me, tease me
My sweet baby
Gonna be just fine with
My sweet baby
(I just wanna be, wanna be, wanna be held by you)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I just wanna be, wanna be, wanna be loved by you)
Baby, yeah
(I just wanna be, wanna be, wanna be held by you)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I just wanna be, wanna be, wanna be loved by you)

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song performed by Ashanti
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The Kids Are Alright

I dont mind other guys dancing with my girl
I dont mind other guys dancing with my girl
Thats fine, I know them all pretty well
Thats fine, I know them all pretty well
But I know sometimes I must get out in the light
But I know sometimes I must get out in the light
Better leave her behind with the kids, theyre alright
Better leave her behind with the kids, theyre alright
The kids are alright
The kids are alright
Sometimes, I feel I gotta get away
Sometimes, I feel I gotta get away
Bells chime, I know I gotta get away
Bells chime, I know I gotta get away
And I know if I dont, Ill go out of my mind
And I know if I dont, Ill go out of my mind
Better leave her behind with the kids, theyre alright
Better leave her behind with the kids, theyre alright
The kids are alright
The kids are alright
I know if I go things would be a lot better for her
I know if I go things would be a lot better for her
I had things planned, but her folks wouldnt let her
I had things planned, but her folks wouldnt let her
I dont mind other guys dancing with my girl
I dont mind other guys dancing with my girl
Thats fine, I know them all pretty well
Thats fine, I know them all pretty well
But I know sometimes I must get out in the light
But I know sometimes I must get out in the light
Better leave her behind with the kids, theyre alright
Better leave her behind with the kids, theyre alright
The kids are alright
The kids are alright
Sometimes, I feel I gotta get away
Sometimes, I feel I gotta get away
Bells chime, I know I gotta get away
Bells chime, I know I gotta get away
And I know if I dont, Ill go out of my mind
And I know if I dont, Ill go out of my mind
Better leave her behind with the kids, theyre alright
Better leave her behind with the kids, theyre alright
The kids are alright
The kids are alright

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Kids

Kids - kids, Christmas i-is for kids
Look around and you will see
Kids from one to ninety-three
Laughin', lovin' life and bein' kids
Kids - ki-i-i-ids, Christmas i-is for kids
Kids like you and little brother
Aunts and uncles, dads and mothers
Grandma, grandpa an' all the other kids
Daddy runs the 'lectric train
While all the children wait in vain
To take their turn
At playin' engineer
Grandpa catches grandma's cheek
And all the family sneaks a peak
And suddenly
Their wrinkles disappear
Take a look at Betty Joe
Underneath the mistletoe
Pretending that
She doesn't know it's there
And in the front yard Uncle Mike
Just fell off brother's brand new bike
There's Christmas cheer
And laughter everywhere
Kids (kids) - ki-i-i-ids (kids)
Christmas i-is for kids
Christmas time is here again
And now it's when the fun begins
This time of year we all turn into kids...

song performed by Kenny Rogers
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Just Squeeze Me

Squeeze me
But please don't tease me
C'mon and squeeze me
But please don't tease me
Want you to know i go for your squeezing
Want you to know it really is pleasing
Want you to know i ain't for no teasing
(scat)
Treat me sweet and gentle
When you say goodnight
Just squeeze me
But please don't tease me
I get sentimental
When you hold me tight
Just squeeze me
But please don't tease me
Missing you since you went away
Singin' the blues away each day
Counting the nights and waiting for you
I'm in the mood to let you know
I never knew i loved you so
Please say, you love me too
When i get this feeling
I'm in ecstasy
So squeeze me
But don't tease me
Missing you since you went away
Singin' the blues away each day
Counting the nights and waiting for you
I'm in the mood to let you know
I never knew i loved you so
Please say, you love me too
When i get this feeling
I'm in ecstasy
So squeeze me
But please don't tease me
C'mon and squeeze me
But please don't tease me
Hear me honey, talkin'
Squeeze me
But please don't tease me

song performed by Ella Fitzgerald
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Don't...Look at Me

Whenever you're out all night,
And I sleep alone.

I wonder who holds you tight,
When you're not at home.

I admit my eyes are cried out.
And I wish that you weren't missed.
But,
Whenever you're here and near...
Don't touch me!

Don't touch me don't.
Don't tease me don't.
Don't kiss me don't.
Don't...
Look at me.
Don't touch me don't.
Don't tease me don't.
Don't kiss me don't.
Don't...
Look at me.

Whenever you're out all night,
And I sleep alone.
Don't touch me don't.
Don't tease me don't.

I wonder who holds you tight,
When you're not at home.
Don't kiss me don't.
Don't!
I admit my eyes are cried out.
And I wish that you weren't missed.
But...
Whenever you're here and near,
Don't touch me!

Don't touch me don't.
Don't tease me don't.
Don't kiss me don't.
Don't...
Look at me.
Don't touch me don't.
Don't tease me don't.
Don't kiss me don't.
Don't...
Look at me.

Don't touch me don't.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Radio Station: Chico, Irish History Teacher Go Wild

(me)
hello!

(she) hi!

(me)
why you hi me for?

what are you doing?

(she)
i am a history teacher
professor
PH.D of that kind
my university

is a fancy catholic community
at the lake shore.

if you plan to put your kids
our kids
into plan
this the right place.

(me)
hoo! hoo!
irish teacher
are you advertizin on my show?
or are you E.R Vad zin zining trying to
make my show chineeze zin zen type of show?

or you are planning to have
kids
and lead them to your university
with my kids mixed them up
in the same class
of your damn history?
are you killing me?
or are you trying to irish me
with your gloried oiled Professional skills?

sorry woman,
i will give you a 'Z' as a grade
in your own class of latino irish.

because
first your kids
or future kids
wont go to class with my kids

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poem by Atef Ayadi
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When You're Alone

It ain't always easy
Movin' day to day,
She said she wants to tease me, so i'm on my way.
When you're alone it ain't easy,
You're like a dog that roams.
Ain't got no girl to tease me,
Ain't got nobody home.
She told me she'd be there,
She phoned me today.
Little girl, big teaser,
So i'm on my way.
When you're alone it ain't easy,
You're like a dog that roams.
Ain't got no girl to tease me,
Ain't got nobody home.
Ain't got nobody home.
My, my, my, my, my, my, my yeah,
My, my, my, my, my, my, my yeah,
Oo, it ain't always easy,
Movin' day to day,
Oh, how the girl loves to tease me,
So i'm gonna stay.
When you're alone it ain't easy,
You're like a dog that roams.
Ain't got no girl to tease me,
Ain't got nobody home.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nobody home.
When you're alone it ain't easy,
You're like a dog that roams.
Ain't got no girl to tease me,
Ain't got nobody home.
When you're alone it ain't easy,
When you're alone it ain't easy,
Oh, oh no,
Ain't got nobody home.

song performed by Journey
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Circus Envy

Here comes that awful feeling again
Welcome the ugly animal.
I hold my breath to what you sing,
My pyro b-ba-ba ball and chain,
Im not afraid, I messed it, messed it, messed it, messed it up
Ive got my telescope head in the haystack
Im getting tired of your dodgeball circus act
Put pepper in my coffee, I forgot to bark on command
Here comes that awful feeling again
Make way for monster jealousy
The strong man kicked sand into my breakfast cereal bowl
Id spelled your name with oatios,
He messed it, messed it, messed it, messed it up
Ive got my telescope head in the haystack
I am tired of your dodgeball circus act
Put pepper in my coffee, I forgot to bark on command
(youre mean, mean, mean
You tease, tease, tease me)
If I were you Id really run from me
Id really really wish that I were you
When I get loose Ill climb a tree
And drop a load on your head
This monster in me makes me retch, you messed it, messed it up
Ive got my telescope head in the haystack
I am jealous of your dodgeball circus act
Put pepper in my coffee, I forgot to bark
Put pepper in my coffee, I forgot to bark on command
(youre mean, mean, mean
You tease, tease, tease me)
Do you smell jealousy?
Do you smell jealousy, jealousy, jealousy?

song performed by REM
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Tease Me Please Me

Music :matthias jabs, jim vallance
Lyrics:klaus meine, herman rarebell, jim vallance
Ive been around the world
Ive known a lot of girls
Livin and lovin
Its hard to keep them all in line
Ive seen a lot of sights
Many crazy nights
Cruisin and boozin
Its a wonder that Im still alive
Never wasted any time
Never missed a beat
Total satisfaction
Always guaranteed
Tease me
Please me
No one needs to know
Tease me
Please me
Before I have to go
Spead the world around
The boys are back in town
Reelin and rockin
Were rollin with it win or lose
The girls are dressed to kill
Lookin for a thrill
Slidin and glidin
Sometimes they make it hard to choose
I never wasted any time
Never missed a beat
Total satisfaction
Always guaranteed
Tease me
Please me
No one needs to know
Tease me
Please me
Before I have to go
Tease me
Please me
Well take it nice and slow
Tease me
Please me
Just let the feeling grow

song performed by Scorpions
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Before They Choose

People know those mixed signals sent.
And what is meant intended.
People want first to tease before they choose.

People know those mixed signals sent.
And what is meant intended.
People want first to tease before they choose,
To refuse.

Giving one the eye to quickly hide!
People know those mixed signals sent.
And what is meant intended.
Scouting for a prey,
To play.
And...
People want first to tease before they choose.

People know those mixed signals sent.
And what is meant intended.
People want first to tease before they choose,
To refuse.
And...
Do.

People know those mixed signals sent.
And what is meant intended.
People want first to tease before they choose.

People know those mixed signals sent.
And what is meant intended.
People want first to tease before they choose,
To refuse.
And...
Do.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Marley Purt Drive

Sunday morning, woke up yawning; filled the pool for a swim.
Pulled down the head and looked in the glass just to see if I was in.
Went up the stairs and kissed my women to make her come alive.
'Cause with fifteen kids and a fam'ly on the skids,
I got to go for a Sunday drive.
Fifteen kids and a fam'ly on the skids ,
I got to go for a Sunday drive.
That's how they are, so I grabbed out the car;convertible fifty-nine.
Headed for the freeway; tried to find the Pasadena sign.
Ten miles and three quarters more I wasn't feeling any more alive.
'Cause with fifteen kids and a fam'ly on the skids,
I got to go for a Sunday drive.
Fifteen kids and a fam'ly on the skids,
I got to go for a Sunday drive.
I used to be a minstrel free with a whole lot of bread in my bag.
I used to feel that my life was real, but the good Lord threw me a snag.
Now I'm gonna be the same as me ,no matter how I try.
'Cause with fifteen kids and a fam'ly on the skids,
I got to go for a Sunday drive.
Fifteen kids and a fam'ly on the skids,
I got to go for a Sunday drive.
Turned 'round the car and headed for home; I guess I realized my fate.
Ten miles and three quarters more I pulled up outside the gate.
Twenty more kids were stood inside and that made thirty-five.
'Cause with an orphanage full of thirty-five kids,
I got to go for a Sunday drive.
An orphanage full of thirty-five kids ,
I got to go for a Sunday drive.
Sunday morning woke up yawning; filled the pool for a swim.
Pulled down the glass and looked in the mirror just to see if I was in .
Went up the stairs and kissed my women to make her come alive.
'Cause with an orphanage full of thirty-five kids ,
I got to go for a Sunday

song performed by Bee Gees
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Slum Kids

Were just slum kids, and we know it,
And we never stood a chance.
We were dragged up from the gutter,
From the wrong side of the tracks.
So how dare you criticize,
When you dont know what its like
To be dragged up from the gutter,
From the wrong side of the tracks.
Why do rich kids get all the breaks,
While the poor slum kids have to work, sweat, struggle and slave?
Why, lord, theres so much injustice in this world?
Slum kids never stand a chance.
Look at all the slum kids all around you,
Oh, they never stood a chance.
We were dragged up from the gutter,
From the wrong side of the tracks.
Why do rich kids get all the breaks,
While the poor slum kids have to work, sweat, struggle and slave?
Why, lord, theres so much injustice in this world?
Slum kids never stand a chance.
Look at all the slum kids all around you,
Oh, they never stood a chance.
We were dragged up from the gutter,
From the wrong side of the tracks.
So how dare you criticize,
When you dont know what its like
To be dragged up from the gutter,
From the wrong side of the tracks.

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Slum Kids (take 1)

Were just slum kids, and we know it,
And we never stood a chance.
We were dragged up from the gutter,
From the wrong side of the tracks.
So how dare you criticize,
When you dont know what its like
To be dragged up from the gutter,
From the wrong side of the tracks.
Why do rich kids get all the breaks,
While the poor slum kids have to work, sweat, struggle and slave?
Why, lord, theres so much injustice in this world?
Slum kids never stand a chance.
Look at all the slum kids all around you,
Oh, they never stood a chance.
We were dragged up from the gutter,
From the wrong side of the tracks.
Why do rich kids get all the breaks,
While the poor slum kids have to work, sweat, struggle and slave?
Why, lord, theres so much injustice in this world?
Slum kids never stand a chance.
Look at all the slum kids all around you,
Oh, they never stood a chance.
We were dragged up from the gutter,
From the wrong side of the tracks.
So how dare you criticize,
When you dont know what its like
To be dragged up from the gutter,
From the wrong side of the tracks.

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The Kids Dont Like It

Got some words, I dont know
Gonna singem here I go
Wanna try not to be lame
Wanna make you feel the same
I just wanna be someone
Dont you know we tried to do something new
It may sound real good, but I dont think were getting through
Because the kids dont like it (no, no)
The kids dont like it (no, no, no)
The kids dont like it, no they dont like it at all
Had a hit, famous? no
Easy come, easy go
Should be happy with what I got
Should be happy but Im not
I just wanna be someone
Dont you know we tried to do something new
It may sound real good, but I dont think were getting through
Because the kids dont like it (no, no)
The kids dont like it (no, no, no)
The kids dont like it, no they dont like it at all
I thought thered come a day
When Id run out of things to say
But I know now its true
No one listens anyway
And all we wanted was to do somethin new
I doesnt sound so good and I dont think were getting through
Because the kids dont like it (no, no)
The kids dont like it (no, no, no)
The kids dont like it, no they dont like it at all, anymore

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Kids!

Kids!
Hundreds of 'em for the farmer! Kids of an imported brand;
Thousands of 'em for the country! Lo, the man upon the land
Bids
Loud for England's surplus youngster - five whole bob a week, 'tis said;
And their value to the nation stands at many pounds a head.
But the nation never riz 'em.
That 'would tend to Socialism';
So we have to fetch 'em over from the country where they're bred.
Kids!
Send us kids from good old Britain - sons of men who won't be slaves
From the land where countless paupers seek dishonorable graves
Quids!
We're prepared to offer for them. Ship them out across the deep,
From that dear old Freetrade country where the cost of labor's cheap.
While, of our unmarried workers
(Married men are costly shirkers)
We will take a meagre hundred at a pound a week and keep.
Kids?
We can't raise 'em in Australia, where employers by the score
For the bloke without a missus in the labor depôts roar
Bids.
Ship 'em out! The noble farmer yearns to mould their bright young lives.
Ship 'em young that for a dozen years they may not seek for wives.
When they think of getting married
Maybe they'll regret they tarried
Where the kid-encumbered worker vainly for a billet strives.
Kids?
We don't want 'em when they're babies, for their raisin' costs a heap.
We don't want 'em when they're married, with their own young broods to keep.
Skids
And brakes upon the wheels of progress are such futile folk. Just look
At the bob advertisement. You'll see their chance of work is 'crook.'
Ship 'em out in handy sizes
For the cove that advertises
For the unencumbered couple
' Man to milk and wife to cook.'
Kids?
Spare our days! Why should we raise 'em? We can get 'em ready-made
From a land where there's a surplus, thanks to good old BULL's Freetrade.
Quids
It will save the careful farmer. He can give his man the sack
Costly man who owns a missus and a child or two to whack.
Ship 'em out, he's yearnin' for 'em;
While they're young he'll just adore 'em
Then, when they grow up and marry, someone else can ship 'em back.
Ships
Pass in with cheap boy labor - 'badly needed farming hand';
Shps pass out with young Australians seeking work in other lands.
Hips

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poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Bad Education

Rewrite of Bon Jovi's Bad Medicine

No, there they ain't got a fever
Got what seems to be a permanent disease
It'll take more then the school nurse or PTA committee
To prescribe a remedy

They got loads of money
But it isn't what our kids need
Seems all they ever do anymore is get our little ones
Either shot or knocked up by some overeager teacher
Try to cover this song up
But no way am I going away or letting you silence me

I know
Today's kids got all the symptons
Count 'em 1,4,3

Deny it
But we all know
Today it's all about your greed
Not some desperate kid's need
Hiring sexy young thangs
Got our kids falling in love
Cos they're too darn young to know any better
You got the wrong ones in charge and you know it

When it comes to their learning
You only give 'em a little
Never ever enough
Leave them brainless and on their knees
Begging for a chance at a better life
But never finding none
Cause while you were busy looking the other way
Dealer's got 'em hooked on the drugs

Your teachin' ain't nothin' but bad education
Bad education ain't what today's kids need
All shook up and confused
Led astray by your bad education
Tell me
Why don't you even bother
To try and cure this disease

Nowadays our kids are forced to depend on guitar heroes and druggie needles
Just to be gettin' some attention
Just to be gettin' some thrills
They give in to the pills
Cause of your lazy butt work force
They all got a dirty low down addiction

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Oooohhh You Sunshine

In the morning when you come,
I feel the heat from you.
I go to the window to see what you do,
And...
Oh Sunshine,
You seem to give it up slow and go!

Oooohhh,
Sunshine...
I wish you stick around more than you know.

Oh,
Sunshine.
You seem to give it up slow and go!

Oh Oooohhh,
You Sunshine...
You tease more in the Winter and it shows.

In the evenings when you set,
I'm not that pleased a bit.
Remembering delighted light,
On the falling leaves that drift.

And...
Oh Sunshine.
You seem to give it up slow and go!
Yes,
Oooohhh you Sunshine...
You tease more in the Winter and it shows.

Bo oh Oooohhh
Sunshine...
I wish you stick around more than you know.
Oooohhh you Sunshine...
You tease more in the Winter and it shows.

In the evenings when you set,
I'm not that pleased a bit.
Remembering delighted light,
On the falling leaves that drift.

Mo' Oooohhh Sunshine...
You seem to give it up slow and go!
Yes,
Oooohhh you Sunshine...
You tease more in the Winter and it shows.

The snow is liked when it arrives.
But when it sticks to stay,

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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