I met her on a narrow street of old Verona
Her beauty’s magical, her name was Lady Mona
She rolled a cigarette between her diva fingers
A little cherry smoke around her gently lingers
She had a long deep fire-coloured autumn hair
That with the wind dance as if out of very care
Her eyes are brighter, gayer then azure sapphires
Two little diamonds that can start unholy fires
Her ******* are full of life, the sweetest goddess milk
It taste like childhood memories wrapped up in silk
The skin – an undiscovered lands of sinful wild
It sends you on a trip so rough yet very mild
She was so picturesque, a genuine sugarbomb
Like rays of sun that dazzle through a naked palm
I pray thee, Jupiter, align the heaven stars
And let me be the one who strikes of her guitars
Wish I could walk to her and ask her dearly out
I feel so brave yet nervous, want to scream and shout
I want to spill it out, express my inner passion
But that’s not me behaving in such crazy fashion
Hell to the no! I go! I’ll spit my fire lines!
I am a blonde! I curse those stupid *** designs
I’ll offer things to her, I promise I’ll pushy
**** I am gonna offer her my cola *****
If men be ***** models, I shall be one too
I have one in my mouth – a nasty point of view
If men can flirt and conquer, so can ******* I
This Aphrodite’s taken, she is only mine
I walk to her, approach her like the mighty Taurus
Rehearse my lyrics, shuffle through my love thesaurus
I smell perfume – ambrosia, nectar, lemonade…
Formation, hold up, queen of… ******* Lemonade..?
“What is the name of thee, do tell me, pretty dear
Just like the beauty goddess you to me appear
By any chance you are one of the youthful Graces?
Be careful, darling, I can see your leather laces”
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 2:42 PM UTC
Don’t release your *******
Just release my single
I don’t think it’s stunning
When that thing is jingle
******* taste like Pepsi-Cola
******* taste like Marabou
See a ***** – I say hola
Eat that thing like caribou
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 5:59 AM UTC
I’m ‘bout to work my fire *** to ice
No need to guess, baby, or roll the dice
I pray like “dolla dolla make me holla”
That’s how I build it up with every caller
Ain’t no one’s gonna motivate your ***
You’re either sweatin’ or you get no sass
I earn them dollars just to stack them good
I don’t mind grindin’ as I know I should
I works from Monday straight to Friday night
Pick up the calls, fill up the tickets right
Here I acknowledge your sincere applause
Don’t touch my money with your ghetto paws
I’m way much flyer than the God’s big curse
If you can’t handle it then call a nurse
I came to work it down, Lord is my witness
Yeah, I gon’ slay like it’s nobody’s business
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 11:45 AM UTC
A dog, a cat, and tiny fluffy mouse
Are learning Spanish in their English house
Since they are going to the Southern Spain
They need to train their little stupid brain
The dog says: “My name is el perro grande
I love the singer Ariana Grande
But I hate cats and cats I eat them all
May they be big, may they be very small”
The cat says: “My name is el gato *****
I’m learning Spanish, it makes me alegro
But I hate mice and mice I eat them all
May they be big, may they be very small”
The fluffy mouse says: “I am el ratón
I love some queso and I love jamón
But most of all I love them cats and dogs
In Turkish kebabs and in big hotdogs”
May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 9:29 AM UTC
Just be the **** ****** you desire
Just be their icon, diva, vogue, inspire!
Just shake that money-making waffle tale
And put it up for every market sale
Or be the coffee squirrel on the wheels
Just give me mochas, lattes – those the deals!
Don’t be so easy cheesy, take a shot!
You drink at Hortons’, baby? You are hot!
Don’t feel like ****** squirrel? Be the moose!
Hang out at Lake Louise with Branta goose
Just grab a Molson and then chill it out
Now, isn’t that what Canada’s about?
Just be polite today and I won’t bite
Just say you’re sorry when you are not right
Just be the polar teddy, be the loon
We’ll love you all the way from Earth to Moon
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 1:14 PM UTC
When we **** I shout: s. o. s. la vida
‘Cause our bed is more like a corrida
But when I stare at my ring with a pearl
I ask myself again, am I that girl?
When I take Mexican tic tacs with Corey
I feel like Christ is sending me that glory
But when I’m on the ground and start to curl
I whisper to myself, am I that girl?
And when I’m dancing ******* on a bar
I feel like killer **** movie star
I finish twenty lemon drops and swirl
While crying to myself, am I that girl?!
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 2:07 PM UTC
You close your eyes and take a glass
Put in some ice and grab my ***
Pour in red wine then take a sip
I call you mine and bite your lip
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 1:35 PM UTC
Rub your ***** against the window
I’ll rub mine against it too
We don’t need no ******* *****
We’ll invent the love anew
Use your mouth, your lips, and tongue
Give it freedom that it’s worth
Feel reborn, untouched, and young
As sky reunites with Earth
Make your palms, your hands, and skin
Vibrate with every touch
This is love, not ******* sin
Give it, take it, hold it, clutch
Now the ******* of my ****
Are as wide as my own eyes
Via them my love transmits
Via them my ***** dies
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 1:41 PM UTC
There was a Danish girl I knew before
A little girl who was unusual
The last time saw her I in local store
Or maybe I was just delusional
She always carried matches up her sleeve
And liked to set the fire to her stuff
The total strangers called her little thieve
And claimed she was supposed to be in cuff
Somebody said she went away abroad
To meet her mother who was working there
They heard she has been holding lightning rod
And waiting for the storm with humid hair
They said she went mad and burst into flames
She couldn’t handle things and gave it in
She was a fairytale, somebody claims
But fairytales like that just make me grin
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 4:12 AM UTC
Today I’m gonna sing a little song
Of what is right and what is really wrong
Today I’ll tell you tiny little story
If you don’t like it, well, I am not sorry
If you work hard then you’ll be very rich
If you don’t work, they’ll call you nasty *****
If you love money, they will call you cheap
If you don’t need a dollar, you’re a creep
If you love boys and girls, they’ll call you bi
If you like none of them, they’ll say good-bye
If you like making love, you are a ****
They’ll call you back because they like your ****
If you don’t pray, that means you’ll go to hell
If you believe in ghosts, you’re doing well!
If you don’t go to church, they’ll call you wicked
But if they give you wine and waffles – take it
If you’re yourself, you will be called a ******
They’ll criticize your clothes, your life, and hairdo
But if they lip behind your back, remember
You’re in the front seat, baby, special member
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 4:20 PM UTC