Dancing Machine
Dancing, dancing, dancing
Shes a dancing machine
Ah babe
Move it baby
Automatic systematic
Full of color self contained
Tune that shadow to your vibes
Captivating stimulating
Shes such a sexy lady
Filled with space age design
Shes moving grooving
Dancing to the music stop now
Yea
Rythmetic acrobatic
She a dynamite attraction
At the drop of a coin she comes alive, yea
She knows what shes doing
She super bad now
Shes here to really blow your mind
Dancing, dancing, dancing
Shes a dancing machine
Ah babe
Do it baby
Dancing, dancing, dancing
Shes a dancing machine
Ah babe
Move it baby
Shes a dance, dance, dance, dance, dancing machine
Watch her get down, watch her get down
As she do, do, do her thing
Right on the scene
Shes a dance, dance, dance, dance, dancing machine
Watch her get down, watch her get down
As she do, do, do her thing
Right on the scene
Come on babe
Come on babe
Babe
Babe
Shake it baby
Shake it babe
Babe
Babe
Babe
Dance
Dance
Dance
Dance
I like it
I like
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song performed by Michael Jackson
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Sexy Feline Machine
Shes a funky feline machine
Crazy cat inside a dream
shes a hunny she stings like a bee
your the punk and shes the queen
shes an angel shes a dove
with a taste for a villans blood
packing heat strutting on the street
chew you up and make you meat
sexy feline machine
sexy feline machine
(shes a sexy feline machine)
sexy feline machine
sexy feline machine
(shes a sexy feline machine)
Shes a sexy feline machine
Shes a sexy feline machine
Shes a sexy feline machine
Shes a sexy feline machine
you cant stop her
ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya........
Shes a funky feline machine
Crazy cat inside a dream
shes a hunny she stings like a bee
your the punk and shes the queen
sexy feline machine
sexy feline machine
(shes a sexy feline machine)
sexy feline machine
sexy feline machine
(every thing is not as it seems)
sexy feline machine
sexy feline machine
(shes a sexy feline machine)
Shes a sexy feline machine
you cant stop her
ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya...........
(bow bow bow)
song performed by Fat Joe
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You Made Me Love You
The power of love
The power of love
Listen
Said I
Said I didnt, said I didnt, said I didnt want to fall in love (didnt want to fall in love)
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
The power of love yall
Anybody anybody anybody(help)
Anybody anybody anybody(help me)
Anybody anybody anybody(oh yeah)
Listen
I was just minding my business when
Ms. Purdy you came walking
My heart stopped said what is this just
As soon as you started talking
Something happened deep within me (well)
All of a sudden I got this feeling
A chill came from feet to head and then I
Turned away from you and said to myself
This is not supposed to happen brother youve been hurt too many times before
First I tripped, then I slipped, then I fell
You made me love you
You made me love you babe, made me love you babe
Made me love you babe, (oh Lord) made me love you babe
Said you made me love you
You made me love you babe, made me love you babe
Made me love you babe, (good Lord) made me love you babe
You made me love you babe, made me love you babe
Made me love you babe, (said it wasnt in my plans) made me love you babe
Ooh, look at you
Said you must be one of the top models
Body curved like a pop bottle
Got me sweating like a boxer baby
I done stumbled up on a perfect lady (awww)
Could this be what heaven sent to me
An angel come to set me free
Love has been a stranger to me
And myself keeps telling me that
This is not supposed to happen brother youve been hurt too many times before
First I tripped, then I slipped, then I fell
You made me love you
You made me love you babe, (oh yes) made me love you babe
Made me love you babe, (hoo) made me love you babe
Hey you made me love you
You made me love you babe, made me love you babe (yeah)
Made me love you babe, (aw baby) made me love you babe
You made love you
You made me love you babe, made me love you babe (aw love)
Made me love you babe, made me love you babe
Said the power of love you see
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Acid 8000
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move
- its so easy to get acid, you can get it anywhere.
If you dont make your booty move, your booty must be dead
If you dont make your booty move, your booty must be dead
If you dont make your booty move, your booty must be dead
If you dont make your booty move, your booty must be dead
If you dont make your booty move, your booty must be dead
If you dont make your booty move, your booty must be dead
If you dont make your booty move, your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move, your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move
If you dont make your booty move, your booty must be dead
If you dont make your booty move, your booty must be dead
If you dont make your booty move, your booty must be dead
If you dont make your booty move, your booty must be dead
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song performed by Fatboy Slim
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The Court Of Love
With timerous hert and trembling hand of drede,
Of cunning naked, bare of eloquence,
Unto the flour of port in womanhede
I write, as he that non intelligence
Of metres hath, ne floures of sentence;
Sauf that me list my writing to convey,
In that I can to please her hygh nobley.
The blosmes fresshe of Tullius garden soote
Present thaim not, my mater for to borne:
Poemes of Virgil taken here no rote,
Ne crafte of Galfrid may not here sojorne:
Why nam I cunning? O well may I morne,
For lak of science that I can-not write
Unto the princes of my life a-right
No termes digne unto her excellence,
So is she sprong of noble stirpe and high:
A world of honour and of reverence
There is in her, this wil I testifie.
Calliope, thou sister wise and sly,
And thou, Minerva, guyde me with thy grace,
That langage rude my mater not deface.
Thy suger-dropes swete of Elicon
Distill in me, thou gentle Muse, I pray;
And thee, Melpomene, I calle anon,
Of ignoraunce the mist to chace away;
And give me grace so for to write and sey,
That she, my lady, of her worthinesse,
Accepte in gree this litel short tretesse,
That is entitled thus, 'The Court of Love.'
And ye that ben metriciens me excuse,
I you besech, for Venus sake above;
For what I mene in this ye need not muse:
And if so be my lady it refuse
For lak of ornat speche, I wold be wo,
That I presume to her to writen so.
But myn entent and all my besy cure
Is for to write this tretesse, as I can,
Unto my lady, stable, true, and sure,
Feithfull and kind, sith first that she began
Me to accept in service as her man:
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poem by Anonymous Olde English
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The Cōforte of Louers
The prohemye.
The gentyll poetes/vnder cloudy fygures
Do touche a trouth/and clokeit subtylly
Harde is to cōstrue poetycall scryptures
They are so fayned/& made sētēcyously
For som do wryte of loue by fables pryuely
Some do endyte/vpon good moralyte
Of chyualrous actes/done in antyquyte
Whose fables and storyes ben pastymes pleasaunt
To lordes and ladyes/as is theyr lykynge
Dyuers to moralyte/ben oft attendaunt
And many delyte to rede of louynge
Youth loueth aduenture/pleasure and lykynge
Aege foloweth polycy/sadnesse and prudence
Thus they do dyffre/eche in experyence
I lytell or nought/experte in this scyence
Compyle suche bokes/to deuoyde ydlenes
Besechynge the reders/with all my delygence
Where as I offende/for to correct doubtles
Submyttynge me to theyr grete gentylnes
As none hystoryagraffe/nor poete laureate
But gladly wolde folowe/the makynge of Lydgate
Fyrst noble Gower/moralytees dyde endyte
And after hym Cauncers/grete bokes delectable
Lyke a good phylozophre/meruaylously dyde wryte
After them Lydgate/the monke commendable
Made many wonderfull bokes moche profytable
But syth the are deed/& theyr bodyes layde in chest
I pray to god to gyue theyr soules good rest
Finis prohemii.
Whan fayre was phebus/w&supere; his bemes bryght
Amyddes of gemyny/aloft the fyrmament
Without blacke cloudes/castynge his pured lyght
With sorowe opprest/and grete incombrement
Remembrynge well/my lady excellent
Saynge o fortune helpe me to preuayle
For thou knowest all my paynfull trauayle
I went than musynge/in a medowe grene
Myselfe alone/amonge the floures in dede
With god aboue/the futertens is sene
To god I sayd/thou mayst my mater spede
And me rewarde/accordynge to my mede
Thou knowest the trouthe/I am to the true
Whan that thou lyst/thou mayst them all subdue
Who dyde preserue the yonge edyppus
Whiche sholde haue be slayne by calculacyon
To deuoyde grete thynges/the story sheweth vs
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poem by Stephen Hawes
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Baby Talk
All around the world
I said listen, listen what I say now
For every boy and girl
Wanna hear some happy baby talk
Everything is mine
And mine, mine because I choose you
I lose it everytime
Just to hear some of your baby talk
Ride, ride, dont stop
Babe, baby, babe, baby, baby, baby
All your baby talk
Babe, baby, babe, baby, baby, baby
All your baby talk
Babe, baby, babe, baby, baby, baby
Now your baby talk, baby talk
Everything is mine
And mine, mine because I choose you
I lose it everytime
Just to hear some of your baby talk
Rosys on my chest
I got suzy, suzys on my arm now
Ride all around the world
Searching for some happy baby talk
Red hot, dont stop
Babe, baby, babe, baby, baby, baby
All your baby talk
Babe, baby, babe, baby, baby, baby
All your baby talk
Babe, baby, babe, baby, baby, baby
Now your baby talk, baby talk
(got a feeling on my mind)
What do you wanna hear
What do we wanna hear
What do you wanna
What do we wanna
What do we wanna hear
Ride, ride, dont stop
Babe, baby, babe, baby, baby, baby
All your baby talk
Babe, baby, babe, baby, baby, baby
All your baby talk
Babe, baby, babe, baby, baby, baby
Now your baby talk
Babe, baby, babe, baby, baby, baby
Now your baby talk
Ride, ride, dont stop
The punk rock, red hot
Dont stop, the blood rock
The hard rock, the hot love yeah
The hot love, dont stop
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song performed by Billy Idol
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Soul Survivor
(Intro)
Come on, yo come on (survivor, survivor)
Come on, come on, come on, come on (survivor, survivor)
Come on, come on (soul survivor)
Come on, come on, come on, come on
(LL Cool J)
They said I wasn't rough, too much dough, he got an old flow
Everytime you open your mouth you feel your elbow
I'll catch a felony on top of a melody
brought a family, and dough woulda been so happily
I'll beat the Laker off of a clown and chop him down to size
Sick of all these wanna-be bad guys
Made loot, many g's, bought a crib where I live
told my kids - "yo, damn, that I'm a fugitive"
Runnin' from the streets and our beats - the sad sheets, uh
A sunny beach, video hoes within reach
Farmers Boulevard - liberty and forty is gone
And E ain't put nobody on
When I came back to smack and give 'em a welt
like belts makin' them strip and all of that
Punks better run for they guns
I'm not the one and can't nobody rule until L's done
(Chorus)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
(LL Cool J)
I worked the Murphy on the mix
What's wrong with these stupid lunatics playin' "Joint" for a drag-bit?
I'm harder than-?find in a jar?
People wasn't rippin' these records, all of y'all would get robbed
I'm comin' straight out the barrel with your name on my arm
blowin' the hoody of your head like a home-made bomb (BOOM!!)
I'm big and so you figured I would relax (nah!)
Don't ever sleep I'll wake ya up with an axe
The Boulevard ain't safe for my beats - drop the herb
Twenty times harder without a curse
Makin' rats flee, hardcore - and that's me!!
The baddest soloist in hip-hop history
L-L-C-to-the-O-to-the-O-L-J, so what'cha wanna know?
Throw ya in the MVP on your knees G
A crowbar in your mouth - now ask me...
(Chorus)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
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R B Thug
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ahh, ahh, ahh
Uhh, uhh, uhh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ahh, ahh, ahh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mmm, mmm, mmm
In the playas club
Checkin at your body baby
Steadily tossin that cash flow baby
Cause you drive me crazy
Wont you be my lady?
Betcha I can make your body talk to me
(talk to me)
All I need is my cd, bag of weed and some cristie (yeah)
Then Im gonna stroke you up and down
Messin with your head
And when you leave up out my room
Youll be walkin bow leg
I can keep your body comin like a cta
Youre dealin with a true baller baby
Givin you the keys to my mercedes
Im not gonna stop til you scream my name
And say ooh kelly you make me holla
Keep on jumpin like an impala
You slidin that sexy ass down the pole like what
(what, what, what, what, what)
Come and get some of this
R&b thug baby
Im just an r&b thug babe
Tryin to get some ass babe
Do you wanna thug babe?
Im just an r&b thug babe
Lookin for some love babe
Do you wanna date babe
Youre gonna trip, gonna trip
Gonna trip, gonna trip, gonna trip
When I show you my love jones babe
And make the room go black
Baby girl keep your body right there
Im gonna sock it to you baby
I wanna hear you say yeah, yeah
Now the sign of the knob says privacy
You and me
On the low, fruit bowls and whipped cream
We can get up on a fancy suite
Thugged out with some hennessy
See, see, see
Lock your body up and throw away the key
Im not gonna stop til you scream my name
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R&b Thug
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ahh, ahh, ahh
Uhh, uhh, uhh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ahh, ahh, ahh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mmm, mmm, mmm
In the playa's club
Checkin' at your body baby
Steadily tossin that cash flow baby
Cause you drive me crazy
Won't you be my lady?
Betcha i can make your body talk to me
(talk to me)
All i need is my cd, bag of weed and some cristie (yeah)
Then i'm gonna stroke you up and down
Messin' with your head
And when you leave up out my room
You'll be walkin' bow leg
I can keep your body comin' like a cta
You're dealin with a true baller baby
Givin' you the keys to my mercedes
I'm not gonna stop til' you scream my name
And say ooh kelly you make me holla
Keep on jumpin' like an impala
You slidin' that sexy ass down the pole like what
(what, what, what, what, what)
Come and get some of this
R&b thug baby
I'm just an r&b thug babe
Tryin' to get some ass babe
Do you wanna thug babe?
I'm just an r&b thug babe
Lookin' for some love babe
Do you wanna date babe
You're gonna trip, gonna trip
Gonna trip, gonna trip, gonna trip
When i show you my love jones babe
And make the room go black
Baby girl keep your body right there
I"m gonna sock it to you baby
I wanna hear you say yeah, yeah
Now the sign of the knob says privacy
You and me
On the low, fruit bowls and whipped cream
We can get up on a fancy suite
Thugged out with some hennessy
See, see, see
Lock your body up and throw away the key
I'm not gonna stop til' you scream my name
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Randb Thing
Ooh ooh ooh
Ahh ahh ahh
Uhh uhh uhh yeah yeah yeah
Ooh ooh ooh
Ahh ahh ahh
Yeah yeah yeah
Mmm mmm mmm
In the playas club
Checkin at your body baby
Steadily tossin that cash flow baby
Cause you drive me crazy
Wont you be my lady
Betcha I can make your body talk to me
Talk to me
All I need is my cd bag of weed and some cristie yeah
Then Im gonna stroke you up and down
Messin with your head
And when you leave up out my room
Youll be walkin bow leg
I can keep your body comin like a cta
Youre dealin with a true baller baby
Givin you the keys to my mercedes
Im not gonna stop til you scream my name
And say ooh kelly you make me holla
Keep on jumpin like an impala
You slidin that sexy ass down the pole like what
What what what what what
Come and get some of this
R and b thug baby
Im just an r and b thug babe
Tryin to get some ass babe
Do you wanna thug babe
Im just an r and b thug babe
Lookin for some love babe
Do you wanna date babe
Youre gonna trip gonna trip
Gonna trip gonna trip gonna trip
When I show you my love jones babe
And make the room go black
Baby girl keep your body right there
Im gonna sock it to you baby
I wanna hear you say yeah yeah
Now the sign of the knob says privacy
You and me
On the low fruit bowls and whipped cream
We can get up on a fancy suite
Thugged out with some hennessy
See see see
Lock your body up and throw away the key
Im not gonna stop til you scream my name
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Gettin In Tune
Im singing this note cause it fits in well
Im singing this note cause it fits in well
With the chords Im playing
With the chords Im playing
I cant pretend theres any meaning here
I cant pretend theres any meaning here
Or in the things Im saying
Or in the things Im saying
But Im in tune
But Im in tune
Right in tune
Right in tune
Im in tune
Im in tune
And Im gonna tune
And Im gonna tune
Right in on you
Right in on you
Right in on you
Right in on you
Right in on you
Right in on you
I get a little tired of having to say
I get a little tired of having to say
do you come here often?
Do you come here often?
But when I look in your eyes and see the harmonies
But when I look in your eyes and see the harmonies
And the heartaches soften
And the heartaches soften
Im getting in tune
Im getting in tune
Right in tune
Right in tune
Im in tune
Im in tune
And Im gonna tune
And Im gonna tune
Right in on you (right in on you)
Right in on you (right in on you)
Right in on you (right in on you)
Right in on you (right in on you)
Right in on you
Right in on you
Ive got it all here in my head
Ive got it all here in my head
Theres nothing more needs to be said
Theres nothing more needs to be said
Im just bangin on my old piano
Im just bangin on my old piano
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Rock Wit U
[Ashanti:] Aw baby (aw baby)
[Irv Gotti:] Yeah, murda inc
[Ashanti:] I wanna love you babe
[Irv Gotti:] hahahahhaha
[Ashanti:] Wanna love you babe, ooh baby
[Irv Gotti:] Ashanti, chapter two, let's rock it
[chorus: Ashanti]
Can you rock with me (aw baby)
Non-stop with me
Can you take it to the top with me
I just wanna love you babe (love ya babe)
Always thinking of you babe
Can you roll with me (ooh baby)
All over me
Can you take control of me
I just wanna love you baby
Always thinking of you baby
[Verse-1:]
I think I like how your body feel next to me
Aw baby when you kissing me, aw baby when you loving me
I can't describe what I want to do to you tonight
Aw baby when you come to me, I'll make it so you'll never leave
[chorus: Ashanti]
Can you rock with me (aw baby)
Non-stop with me (stop with me)
Can you take it to the top with me
I just wanna love you babe (love ya babe)
Always thinking of you babe (wanna love you babe)
Can you roll with me (ooh baby)
All over me (over me)
Can you take control of me
I just wanna love you baby (love you babe)
Always thinking of you baby
[Verse-2:]
See I don't know if I can handle you as just a friend
Aw baby I can't pretend, aw baby I'm so far in
But I don't mind as long as I could have you in my life
Aw baby I'm satisfied, even if you're not just mine
[chorus: Ashanti]
Can you rock with me (aw baby)
Non-stop with me (Ohhh, no)
Can you take it to the top with me
I just wanna love you babe (I wanna love ya babe)
Always thinking of you babe (thinking of you)
Can you roll with me (ooh baby)
All over me (over me)
Can you take control of me
I just wanna love you baby (love you)
Always thinking of you baby
[Verse-3:]
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Christabel
PART I
'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock
And the owls have awakened the crowing cock;
Tu-whit!- Tu-whoo!
And hark, again! the crowing cock,
How drowsily it crew.
Sir Leoline, the Baron rich,
Hath a toothless mastiff, which
From her kennel beneath the rock
Maketh answer to the clock,
Four for the quarters, and twelve for the hour;
Ever and aye, by shine and shower,
Sixteen short howls, not over loud;
Some say, she sees my lady's shroud.
Is the night chilly and dark?
The night is chilly, but not dark.
The thin gray cloud is spread on high,
It covers but not hides the sky.
The moon is behind, and at the full;
And yet she looks both small and dull.
The night is chill, the cloud is gray:
'T is a month before the month of May,
And the Spring comes slowly up this way.
The lovely lady, Christabel,
Whom her father loves so well,
What makes her in the wood so late,
A furlong from the castle gate?
She had dreams all yesternight
Of her own betrothed knight;
And she in the midnight wood will pray
For the weal of her lover that's far away.
She stole along, she nothing spoke,
The sighs she heaved were soft and low,
And naught was green upon the oak,
But moss and rarest mistletoe:
She kneels beneath the huge oak tree,
And in silence prayeth she.
The lady sprang up suddenly,
The lovely lady, Christabel!
It moaned as near, as near can be,
But what it is she cannot tell.-
On the other side it seems to be,
Of the huge, broad-breasted, old oak tree.
The night is chill; the forest bare;
Is it the wind that moaneth bleak?
There is not wind enough in the air
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poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Color
Performed by the steeles
Composed by prince
Color me black if u color me just like u
Color me angry if u color me less than I do
(whoa, whats your color? )
Yeah, whats your color?
(whoa, whats your color? )
Whats your color?
Color me happy if u teach me what I need 2 know
Color me gone if u dont, if u dont cuz every child needs 2 grow
This I know
(whoa, whats your color? )
Oh, whats your color, yeah?
I wanna know
(whoa, whats your color? )
Oh, whats your color?
Listen (listen)
Love is my color when Im shown love in return
But when I am not, its a bet u can guess what I have learned
Whats my color?
Hey
Color me green (color me green) if I cannot have what uve got
Color me blue (blue) until I do cuz the fire will shonuff be hot
Yes it will
(whoa, whats your color? )
Whats your color, yeah?
Hey yeah
(whoa, whats your color? )
Whats your color, yeah?
Oh, make me a promise (make me a promise)
Oh, make me a promise (that whatever u color me) that whatever u color me
U will at least color me then I can color u 2
Whats your color?
(whoa, whats your color? )
Whats your color, yeah?
Hey
Color
(whoa, whats your color? )
Whats your color?
(whoa, whats your color? )
Whats your color, yeah?
Whats your color?
Make it love
Whats your color?
Mine is love
(whoa, whats your color? ) yeah
(whoa, whats your color? )
Whats your color?
(whoa, whats your color? )
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Sexy Dancer
Sexy dancer
Sexy dancer
Sexy dancer, you got my body screamin
Sexy dancer, you got me just-a-creamin
Sexy dancer, when you rub my body
Sexy dancer, it gets me so hot...hot!
Sexy dancer, sexy dancer
Sexy dancer, sexy dancer
Sexy dancer, I want your body, want your body
Sexy dancer, dance
Sexy dancer, I want your body, want your body
Sexy dancer, dance
Sexy dancer, I want your body, want your body
Sexy dancer, dance
Sexy dancer, I want your body, want your body
Sexy dancer, dance
Sexy dancer, do that sexy dance
Sexy dancer
Sexy dancer, sexy dancer
Sexy dancer, sexy dancer
Hot!
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V. Count Guido Franceschini
Thanks, Sir, but, should it please the reverend Court,
I feel I can stand somehow, half sit down
Without help, make shift to even speak, you see,
Fortified by the sip of … why, 't is wine,
Velletri,—and not vinegar and gall,
So changed and good the times grow! Thanks, kind Sir!
Oh, but one sip's enough! I want my head
To save my neck, there's work awaits me still.
How cautious and considerate … aie, aie, aie,
Nor your fault, sweet Sir! Come, you take to heart
An ordinary matter. Law is law.
Noblemen were exempt, the vulgar thought,
From racking; but, since law thinks otherwise,
I have been put to the rack: all's over now,
And neither wrist—what men style, out of joint:
If any harm be, 't is the shoulder-blade,
The left one, that seems wrong i' the socket,—Sirs,
Much could not happen, I was quick to faint,
Being past my prime of life, and out of health.
In short, I thank you,—yes, and mean the word.
Needs must the Court be slow to understand
How this quite novel form of taking pain,
This getting tortured merely in the flesh,
Amounts to almost an agreeable change
In my case, me fastidious, plied too much
With opposite treatment, used (forgive the joke)
To the rasp-tooth toying with this brain of mine,
And, in and out my heart, the play o' the probe.
Four years have I been operated on
I' the soul, do you see—its tense or tremulous part—
My self-respect, my care for a good name,
Pride in an old one, love of kindred—just
A mother, brothers, sisters, and the like,
That looked up to my face when days were dim,
And fancied they found light there—no one spot,
Foppishly sensitive, but has paid its pang.
That, and not this you now oblige me with,
That was the Vigil-torment, if you please!
The poor old noble House that drew the rags
O' the Franceschini's once superb array
Close round her, hoped to slink unchallenged by,—
Pluck off these! Turn the drapery inside out
And teach the tittering town how scarlet wears!
Show men the lucklessness, the improvidence
Of the easy-natured Count before this Count,
The father I have some slight feeling for,
Who let the world slide, nor foresaw that friends
Then proud to cap and kiss their patron's shoe,
Would, when the purse he left held spider-webs,
Properly push his child to wall one day!
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poem by Robert Browning from The Ring and the Book
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Automatic
U ask me if I love u, its automatic
cuz every time u leave me, I die, thats automatic 2
U ask me 2 forgive u, when u know, Im just an addict
So stop the music baby, u know, youre all I wanna do
Hey
A-u-t-o-matic, just tell me what 2 do
A-u-t-o-matic, Im so in love with u
U ask me if Ill kiss u, its automatic
And if u cry, me cry, boo-hoo, thats automatic 2
I would never leave u, no matter what u do
Stop the music baby, u know, Im an automatic fool
Hey
A-u-t-o-matic, just tell me what 2 do (and dont stop)
A-u-t-o-matic, oh, Im so in love with u
Ill rub your back forever, its automatic (a-u-t-o-matic)
Ill look 4 a needle in a haystack, thats automatic 2 (a-u-t-o-matic)
Ill go down on u all night long, its automatic,
(I will, yes I will babe)
And even when Im right, Ill be wrong,
Thats automatic 2 (a-u-t-o-matic)
Hey
(a-u-t-o-matic, just tell me what 2 do)
Tell me what 2 do babe
(a-u-t-o-matic, so in love with u)
Hey
So in love with u, yeah (a-u-t-o-matic, just tell me what 2 do)
Tell me what 2 do babe (a-u-t-o-matic, so in love with u)
Hey
So in love with u, baby, yeah (a-u-t-o-matic, just tell me what 2 do)
Alright, alright,
Tell me what 2 do baby (a-u-t-o-matic, so in love with u)
Yeah yeah yeah
Hey
A-u-t-o-matic
A-u-t-o-matic
Cmon baby
A-u-t-o-matic, tell me what to do
A-u-t-o-matic, so in love with u
Dont say no man has ever tasted your ice cream
Baby youre the purple star in the night supreme
Youll always be a virgin for no man deserves your love
I only pray that when u dream, Im the 1 u dream of
I pray that when u dream, u dream of how we kissed
Not with our lips but with our souls
Stop me if I bore u
Why is it that I think wed be so good in bed?
Can u hear me? why do I love u so much?
Its strange, Im more comfortable around u when Im naked,
Can u hear me?
I wonder if u have any mercy, dont torture me
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The House Of Dust: Complete
I.
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light.
The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the east:
And lights wink out through the windows, one by one.
A clamor of frosty sirens mourns at the night.
Pale slate-grey clouds whirl up from the sunken sun.
And the wandering one, the inquisitive dreamer of dreams,
The eternal asker of answers, stands in the street,
And lifts his palms for the first cold ghost of rain.
The purple lights leap down the hill before him.
The gorgeous night has begun again.
'I will ask them all, I will ask them all their dreams,
I will hold my light above them and seek their faces.
I will hear them whisper, invisible in their veins . . .'
The eternal asker of answers becomes as the darkness,
Or as a wind blown over a myriad forest,
Or as the numberless voices of long-drawn rains.
We hear him and take him among us, like a wind of music,
Like the ghost of a music we have somewhere heard;
We crowd through the streets in a dazzle of pallid lamplight,
We pour in a sinister wave, ascend a stair,
With laughter and cry, and word upon murmured word;
We flow, we descend, we turn . . . and the eternal dreamer
Moves among us like light, like evening air . . .
Good-night! Good-night! Good-night! We go our ways,
The rain runs over the pavement before our feet,
The cold rain falls, the rain sings.
We walk, we run, we ride. We turn our faces
To what the eternal evening brings.
Our hands are hot and raw with the stones we have laid,
We have built a tower of stone high into the sky,
We have built a city of towers.
Our hands are light, they are singing with emptiness.
Our souls are light; they have shaken a burden of hours . . .
What did we build it for? Was it all a dream? . . .
Ghostly above us in lamplight the towers gleam . . .
And after a while they will fall to dust and rain;
Or else we will tear them down with impatient hands;
And hew rock out of the earth, and build them again.
II.
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VII. Pompilia
I am just seventeen years and five months old,
And, if I lived one day more, three full weeks;
'T is writ so in the church's register,
Lorenzo in Lucina, all my names
At length, so many names for one poor child,
—Francesca Camilla Vittoria Angela
Pompilia Comparini,—laughable!
Also 't is writ that I was married there
Four years ago: and they will add, I hope,
When they insert my death, a word or two,—
Omitting all about the mode of death,—
This, in its place, this which one cares to know,
That I had been a mother of a son
Exactly two weeks. It will be through grace
O' the Curate, not through any claim I have;
Because the boy was born at, so baptized
Close to, the Villa, in the proper church:
A pretty church, I say no word against,
Yet stranger-like,—while this Lorenzo seems
My own particular place, I always say.
I used to wonder, when I stood scarce high
As the bed here, what the marble lion meant,
With half his body rushing from the wall,
Eating the figure of a prostrate man—
(To the right, it is, of entry by the door)
An ominous sign to one baptized like me,
Married, and to be buried there, I hope.
And they should add, to have my life complete,
He is a boy and Gaetan by name—
Gaetano, for a reason,—if the friar
Don Celestine will ask this grace for me
Of Curate Ottoboni: he it was
Baptized me: he remembers my whole life
As I do his grey hair.
All these few things
I know are true,—will you remember them?
Because time flies. The surgeon cared for me,
To count my wounds,—twenty-two dagger-wounds,
Five deadly, but I do not suffer much—
Or too much pain,—and am to die to-night.
Oh how good God is that my babe was born,
—Better than born, baptized and hid away
Before this happened, safe from being hurt!
That had been sin God could not well forgive:
He was too young to smile and save himself.
When they took two days after he was born,
My babe away from me to be baptized
And hidden awhile, for fear his foe should find,—
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poem by Robert Browning from The Ring and the Book
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I'm Too Sexy
I'm too sexy for my love, too sexy for my love
Love's going to leave me
I'm too sexy for my shirt too sexy for my shirt
So sexy it hurts
And i'm too sexy for milan too sexy for milan
New york and japan
And i'm too sexy for your party
Too sexy for your party
No way i'm disco dancing
I'm a model you know what i mean
And i do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I do my little turn on the catwalk
I'm too sexy for my car too sexy for my car
Too sexy by far
And i'm too sexy for my hat
Too sexy for my hat what do you think about that
I'm a model you know what i mean
And i do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I shake my little touche on the catwalk
I'm too sexy for my too sexy for my too sexy for my
cos i'm a model you know what i mean
And i do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk yeah on the catwalk yeah
I shake my little touche on the catwalk
I'm too sexy for my cat too sexy for my cat
Poor pussy poor pussy cat
I'm too sexy for my love too sexy for my love
Love's going to leave me
And i'm too sexy for this song
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