Remember darling, our exciting date. You and I cruising the highway. In my sky blue Camaro Z28. So in love without a care. The wind blowing through your lovely hair.
Riding down the highway so wild and free. Your soft hand upon my knee. Feeling your body heat as you moved closer. As your head lay upon my shoulder.
He was a male policeman dressed as a pretty female ******. He was working an undercover sting to catch some stupid johns. A young guy fell for his trap. And approached him and grabbed his ****. The young man then asked to buy ****** favors from him. The cop then handcuffed him and told him. You stupid ******* I am a male cop and you are going to jail. He thought as he was being taken to jail. That it had seemed strange for a woman to have such hard **** cheeks.
With guitar and hair full of curls. Prince made this a purple world. People are crying sounds sadful to the ears. And it's raining purple tears.
At the drop of a hat he was taken away. There will be less happiness in the world today. Up to heaven his soul did fly. Where he is still singing and dancing above a purple sky.
Her sweet love flows down the waterfalls of my soul. Her sweet love climbs the mountains of my heart. Her sweet love flows through the rivers of my life. Her sweet love seeps through the windows of my mind. Her sweet love flies on the wings of my prayer. Her sweet love sustains me like the air.
He was always on the prowl for someone's lunch money. Always trying to take someone's sweet honey. Those days a person didn't have to die. Biggest hurt would be a black eye. The only remedy to be found. Was to face up to the bully and stand your ground.
A star has been plucked from the sky. The sky is now dimmer. It happened on June 25th. A day we will always remember.
Never agaain to see Michael's smile light up the skies. Never again to see him moonwalk across the stage as his fans cries. Never again to hear him sing Billie Jean. To the roaring sound of his fans' scraems.
A brother of the sun has been taken away. But in our hearts his music will always stay. Michael Jackson will now dance among the clouds. And in the heavens, you will still hear him singing loud and proud.
Charity was a girl with a lot of wrestling skill. When her boyfriend ****** her off. She went in for the ****. She drop kicked him because of his foolish cheating ways. She didn't believe in taking his crap on any day.
He had I love you wrote in the sky. Just to show her that his love for her would never die. He got down on bended knee and asked her to marry him. But she told him that she had a thing for her best girl Kim.
He felt that she had led him on. There was now darkness where light had shone. She said, I'm sorry that I gave you the blues. But Kim and I are old down low news.
He left her and she thought that her world would shatter. She felt like she had been beaten in an egg batter. But she knew that she had to hold on. And things would get better before too long. She just had to look on the bright side. And keep her dignity and pride.
Nothing about Margie was coy. She was an older inner city girl who made men out of young boys. She was a little wild and always on the prowl. Some of the boys will remember her for eternity. Because she was the one who took their virginity.
On a moonlit night could be heard yells. Of kids entranced under the hoop spell. Bouncing and passing the basketball by porch light. On a packed dirt yard made brilliant by moonlight.
Lots of fun and lots of screams. Playing hard with NBA dreams. Always great seeing the ball go through the net. Night hoops and kids laughter is one of the best things yet.
God sprinkled the night sky with stars. God sprinkled the heavens with angels. God sprinkled your eyes with love. God sprinkled the galaxy with stardust above.
God sprinkled the oceans with blue. God sprinkled my life with you. God sprinkled moms with newborn babes. Who give unconditional love. Sent like you darling from heaven above.
In the land of love there was love for many. Which made her wonder why she wasn't getting any. Was it something that she was doing wrong? Which was leaving her so all alone. But she had to have faith. That the right guy, she would soon find. One that would ease her loneliness and blow her mind.
She had used a lot of ****. And now she was greeted by the ghost of death. She wanted to run away. But the ghost was not having it this day. She begged the ghost for another chance to do better. But the ghost said, start writing your goodbye letters.
Ponytail and spearmint gum is what I remember about my first love. A lass of beauty to be proud of. Popsicle lips that taste so sweet. Coke bottle figure that couldn't be beat.
Silky hair soft to the touch. Sparkling eyes that I loved so much. A pretty sweet thing who had it all. Beauty that radiated through the high school halls.
I remember how I almost cried. The day that George Jones died. A piece of traditional country music has passed away. Whose voice is missed in every way.
The man who sang he stopped loving her today. She thinks I still care. I don't need your rocking chair.
George now again sings sweet duets with Tammy. Floating among the clouds. At night look at the shining moon. And still hear the Ole Possum croon.
They were in a bad neighborhood. When they got attacked by some thugs. Even though she was his heart. He let her put up a good front. While he got a running start. He left her to take the heat like a sap. He was just a cowardly piece of crap.
He saw her from the top of a hill As he stood among the daffodils. He hair looked so sleek. As she washed it in the creek. She was a lovely country girl. And he wanted to be a part of her world.
He had been treating his girlfriend very bad. And her brother found him and sucker punched him in the face. He tried to put up a fight but her brother was too big and strong. Her brother beat him to a pulp.
And when he was on the ground her brother beat him some more. Her brother even kicked him in the head. Some people pulled her brother off him. He was almost dead.
He had to be taken to the hospital by ambulance. He was in such bad condition that they placed him in the ICU unit. When he got better all he could think of was revenge. He was going to put that punk brother of hers lights out.
He waited for him one dark night and ambushed him at his home. He shot his girlfriend's brother in the head. But this was not good enough. He found his girlfriend and killed her.
As the prison authorities were killing him in the gas chamber. He thought that there must have been a better way for revenge. He was not ready to die.
Mist dancing a ballet upon the pond. A cool breeze greeting the morning sun. Ripples moving about at play. Trees in the water begin to sway.
The clouds providing plenty of cover. For the sweet caresses of these two secret lovers. An old tractor sits in a field of hay. Along a red dirt road, That brought these lovers here today.
He was busy as a bee. Looking at all the pretty honies that he could see. Whistling at all the ones that came his way. Made it such a beautiful day. He knew that he had it made. Seeing all the honies on parade.
The most special person that he ever met. Was big **** Linda and on this you can bet. She was a lady who turned a boy into a man. Sexiest lady in the land. She took a stick-in-the-mud. And turned him into a young stud.
I remember watching some hogs grow nice and round. And listening to their funny grunting sounds. I even gave them names. And felt like they were my pets playing games. I was surprised and felt so sad and unstable. When the funny hogs ended up in the smokehouse and on the dinner table.
It's Mother's Day. The sun is being its kindest. The trees are dressed in their green finest. Papa is taking mom and the kids out for something to eat. He gave her flowers and chocolates that are so sweet. The wind is blowing just right. They will be romancing and dancing tonight.
They have a misty morning kiss. And together they make a wish. That life would always be like this. The two of them together and misty morning kisses. They looked deeply into each other's eyes. And had another sweet kiss under the misty morning sky.
He wanted her but he was too kind and sweet. And she thought that he was a little meek. He told her that he would be good to her. He would be the best guy that she ever had.
She said that was fine but she was not into good guys, she was into bad. She said that bad boys were her thing. And that he just didn't interest her. And she wasn't trying to be mean.
He had a dream that he was chasing chicks. When his girlfriend appeared in his dream. And started giving him licks. Life was sure playing some sad tricks. When in his dream he got his **** kicked.
Her love is the stars in the sky. That sparkle so bright and make my emotions fly. Her touch is the night wind. Bringing good feelings to my body that have no end. Her kiss is the night breeze. Gently touching my lips with a little tease.
Grandpa Jack loved black-eyed peas. He could really slurp down macaroni and cheese. He could eat a whole apple pie. And gnaw on barbecue spare ribs while drinking a large beer mug dry. He loved green apples fresh off the trees. You could smell his green apple farts on the breeze.
He was on a beach with his girlfriend. When they got into a fight. She knocked him clean out of sight. He wouldn't quit and tried to wrestle. She body slammed him on a sand castle. It was too bad that he got her ******. That is why she put the hurt on him like this.
She counts sheep. And then falls into a deep sleep. He wakes her up for a midnight talk. He just wants to share his thoughts. She says, I have to get up early for work hon. Take your **** back to sleep. I will talk to you in the mon.
Hambone loved the highway. He was a big rig driver by night and day. He loved to hear those big wheels rolling. While riding down the highway grinning and smiling.
Hambone fell asleep at the steering wheel one night. He thought that he was in heaven when he next saw light. But God had other plans. There were more roads to travel for this lucky man.
****** Ron's best friend said Ron needed to sow his wild oats. And proceeded to give him player notes. He said to his best friend even though I am young. Sowing wild oats can be limited to wife number one.
Little Daphne started to skip. While eating a bag of Lay's Potato Chips. The autumn wind began to blow. And the leaves put on a dance show. A leaf fell softly in little Daphne's hair. Just another part of nature's colorful flair.
She looked so pale. Because their love had grown stale. She just wanted to set sail. And look at the big blue sea and killer whales. And enjoy blue skies and beautiful sunsets. And remember how wonderful it was. When they first met.
He planned on stealing his neighbor's pet turkey for Thanksgiving Day dinner. He went to get the turkey and the turkey looked at him with pleading sad eyes. Saying please don't **** me. So he decided to show the turkey some understanding. Before he killed the turkey, he put a blindfold on him. His neighbor found out what he had done and shot him in the leg. Saying this is a small price to pay for eating my support pet.
The relationship had lost its charm. Now she felt like she was in a windstorm. She had become one sad chick. He had begun to make her sick. She felt like she needed emergency relief. From a boyfriend who was a **** the life out of a person thief.
John Travolta boogying in Saturday Night Fever. Donna Summer was one of the greatest Disco Divas. KC had one of the best bands in the land. The Bee Gees was a group with many fans.
Muscle cars, double knit outfits, and big hair. Kids grooving without a care. American Bandstand and Soul Train were on the move. And looking good was the rule.
There use to be times when hobos would tell. Stories of freedom times of riding the rails. Going wherever the wind blew. Everyday, seeing something new.
Hardship and freedom were their way of living life to the fullest. Braving weather that could be the cruelest. Owning only the shirt on their backs. Living life on the railroad track.
When their life was at an end. Their only treasure was memories of places they had seen and been.