#dudes
In the year of the 250th anniversary of the American Dream, it is dedicated to her beautiful half!
Now Luz is in-to goody-two shoes
She’s gonna slip ’em on to wow the guys
Then strut past the crowd in those shoes
So the cool dudes turn and vibe her too, as mice!
Magic feelings live in those shoes
That goody-two vibe keeps poppin’ up, nice
So Luz trusts that vibe, pulls on shoes
Smilin’, she gears up to pass by the guys!
Ole-ole-oh-le-lay, ole-ole-oh-le-la
Ole-ole-smart girl Luz, ole-oh-le-la!
Ole-ole-oh-le-lay, ole-ole-oh-le-la
Ole-ole-smart girl Luz, ole-oh-le-la!
Goody-two shoes are Luz’s own boots
She throws down with the strong out here someday
Thieves catch a cold kick from that boots
And they won’t want it to happen again
Goody-two-shoes are a rough road too
Often girls cut tight fate-loops loose
So, Luz knows magic, takes that road then
And she suits up with a little sadness and blues
Ole-ole-oh-le-lay, ole-ole-oh-le-la
Ole-ole-smart girl Luz, ole-oh-le-la!
Ole-ole-oh-le-lay, ole-ole-oh-le-la
Ole-ole-smart girl Luz, ole-oh-le-la!
Now Luz is in-to goody-two shoes
She’s gonna slip ’em on to wow the guys
Then strut past the crowd in those shoes
So the cool dudes turn and vibe her too, as mice!
Magic feelings live in those shoes
That goody-two vibe keeps poppin’ up, nice
So Luz trusts that vibe, pulls on shoes
Smilin’, she gears up to pass by the guys!
Ole-ole-oh-le-lay, ole-ole-oh-le-la
Ole-ole-smart girl Luz, ole-oh-le-la!
Ole-ole-oh-le-lay, ole-ole-oh-le-la
Ole-ole-smart girl Luz, ole-oh-le-la!
Ole-ole-oh-le-la, smart girl Luz...
Original poetry in Russian
Лус, Гуди-ту шуз
Goody-two shoes нравятся Лус
Надеть их она собирается
И в них пройти мимо толпы
Крутым парням - понравиться!
От goody-two shoes льётся магия чувств,
Что из века в век рождается
Поэтому Лус, веря в магию чувств,
С улыбкою так наряжается!
Оле-оле-ооо-ле-ла, оле-оле-ооо-оле-ла
Оле-оле smart girl Luz, оле-ооо-ле-ла
Оле-оле-ооо-ле-ла, оле-оле-ооо-оле-ла
Оле-оле smart girl Luz, оле-ооо-ле-ла
Goody–two-shoes - и оружие Лус
C Мира Сильными так – сражается
И для воров пинок goody-two
Может совсем не понравиться!
Goody-two shoes – и опасности путь
В них девы с судьбы петель – срываются
Поэтому Лус, зная магии суть
С грустинкою так наряжается…
Оле-оле-ооо-ле-ла, оле-оле-ооо-оле-ла
Оле-оле smart girl Luz, оле-ооо-ле-ла
Оле-оле-ооо-ле-ла, оле-оле-ооо-оле-ла
Оле-оле smart girl Luz, оле-ооо-ле-ла
Goody-two shoes нравятся Лус
Надеть их она собирается
И в них пройти мимо толпы
Крутым парням - понравиться!
От goody-two shoes льётся магия чувств,
Что из века в век рождается
Поэтому Лус, веря в магию чувств,
С улыбкою так наряжается!
Оле-оле-ооо-ле-ла, оле-оле-ооо-оле-ла
Оле-оле smart girl Luz, оле-ооо-ле-ла
Оле-оле-ооо-ле-ла, оле-оле-ооо-оле-ла
Оле-оле smart girl Luz, оле-ооо-ле-ла
Оле-оле-ооо-ле-ла, smart girl Luz...
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 6:13 PM UTC
Shut your trap
bag-it
drip drool
flag-it
I'm a man
who understand
that STDees
be dooming
me WOOD flacid
Apr 1, 2025
Apr 1, 2025 at 4:35 AM UTC
Two bros converged into a fellowhood
And stoked to share their Fight Club quotes
And be two broskis, juiced they stood,
And shotgunned PBRs, long as they could,
till they were wrecked in a sweet-ass boat
Then proclaimed the bros, into the air,
“Turn on the flatscreen, let’s watch the game”,
it was Saturday so the day was theirs;
and as they sat in their folding chairs,
the smell of axe the air became
And clad in their Costas they loudly played
a song no bro’s cracked iPhone lacks.
Oh, they know their bops like they know their whey!
They smelled their teen spirits and exhaled away,
JUUL clouds of fruit flavors with swag densely packed.
There is no replacing these two guys
and their dudely jockish fashion sense.
Two bros converged as two would, and aye-
They forged the path bros travel by,
a path of bliss and ignorance.
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 12:09 PM UTC
They ask me why
I care so young
I shrug a lie
On silver tongue
Can’t waste my breath
On smaller trials
Can’t stop for death,
It makes me vile
If I can’t help you,
can’t make you see,
can’t give you hope,
what’s the point of me?
What am I here for?
Why let me be?
I’ve more to do here
Than hide or flee
There’s so much I’ve got
So much to give
If that’s all for naught,
why even live?
I’m here for a reason
So lend me an ear
It’s not just this season
It should be all year!
If I have two shirts,
why not pass one down?
If someone else hurts,
can’t I turn their frown?
Is this not my purpose?
Is this not my heart?
Go mend all those pieces;
don’t tear them apart.
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 2:05 AM UTC
tick, tock. tick, tock.
hmm. I want pizza.
tick, tock. tick, tock.
I think I'm going to draw today. Yes, I'll do this.
tick, tock. tick, tock.
oh no
tick,
wait
tock.
i suddenly remember
tick,
i suddenly remember that life has no meaning
tock.
i suddenly remember that we're micro-microscopic
tickk,
microscopic in this universe,
toock.
this universe we know nothing about, and, oh,
tttick,
oh, i'm losing sight of who i am and where i am and why anything in this world matters and oh
ti-tock.
i dont know why my hands are shaking when i dont have a reason to shake them i dont know why i ask myself these questions when i dont have a reason to ask them i dont know why i write this when i dont have a reason to write them and i
tick?
dont know why i try when i dont have a reason to try and i dont know why i dont try when theres every reason to try but is there really and
t...tock.
what is a reason but something i myself conjure up out of little things do these little things really matter what is the quest for life other than a quest to release more happiness chemicals in our brains holding us away from the drug and
t-t-t-t-t-t-tick!
why do i live when theres no reason to live but why should i die when theres no reason to die and why do i lie to myself on a regular basis when theres no reason to hide myself from the truth but is
tatock
it really the truth or is it a lie ive lied to myself so long i cant remember because the only person who believes my lies
tick
is myself
tock
oh. the pizza is done!
tick, tock. tick, tock.
that's nice.
tick, tock. tick, tock.
i might make pizza again sometime
tick, tock. tick, tock.
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 3:53 AM UTC
I'm on a diet again, Oh No!
Giving up favourite foods, woe,
Must reduce my weight,
Before it is too late,
All I dream about is food,
Don't think about men, that's rude!
Yes, definitely food before dudes,
Yo-yo dieting is fun,
of this diet--it's only day one!
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 4:04 PM UTC
Its usually about what she hears,
So please tell her the right things,
Don't say you love her if you don't mean it,
Because either way she might believe it,
If you don't think she's good looking,that's your opinion keep it to yourself,
What's the point of you telling her anyway?
Note that not every girl fully acknowledges her beauty,
Being soft isn't being weak,
Don't take that for granted,her softness,fast loving and beautiful nature ; that's what makes her strong,
Because it brings forth experiences which toughen her,
She's a girl,she's beautiful.
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 11:33 AM UTC
You know why I drink this beer?
I drink this beer to drive away my tears
I drink this beer because you could no longer stand to be here.
I drink this beer to all of our wonderful memories.
I drink this beer to all the **** you have put me through.
I drink this beer because it was bought by some random dude I am now wishing were you.
I drink this beer because it is my old familiar friend brought here by the end
Of all that was me and you. I drink this beer because my darling we are through.
I drink this beer to get drunk hoping it will numb the pain I feel inside. I drink this beer because honestly I would rather die
than sleep one more restless night because frankly I am too weak to fight.
I drink this beer because drunkiness cures sobriety and that seems to be the way to get you from inside me.
Sobriety ******* ***** I drink this beer finally because I know now that there really is no longer an "us".
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 10:09 PM UTC
The spoons are disappearing
The world is ending
I need my spoon
I cannot live, so I suppose I shall die
I take the spoon in my trembling hand
Straight to my heart goes the painful command
Pain, so much pain
The sorrow that it gave
A pale white chest
Stained with the red aches
The hurt and the pain
Will soon go away
A limp hand unfurls
But nothing appears
Not a sound on the floor
As the pain burns on more
The murderous weapon is no longer there
The murderous weapon was never there
There is no spoon
My spoon had been stolen
The world is ending
But still my heart churns
Blood after blood
Leaking and spilling
Cascading over my stone cold bones
But nothing has been done
The void inside that longs to be filled
Still forgotten
Still unwanted
For my heart is still owned
By the blind hand of doom
That brought me to my death
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC