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- song lyrics
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- Windmill Philosophy
Oh, goodness, gracious! I’m a drug addict!
My high is riding those white lines upon the road
If I stay inside in the dark, could be flattened
As a toad! Or worse! Would just crash
Into a shopping cart as I’m going too fast!
With only thirty feet of vision,
The splatter could mean a division!
Yet, I cannot stop myself…I will not yield!
Riding my road bike has become my field!
The cool morning air has me hooked
Suddenly, my metabolism is cooked!
I’m so engaged with the lusty feel
As if I own the world when I kick up my heels
Of course, I get saddle bumps
Butt the sting of it helps me take my lumps
And I’d rather have those than sugar
Circulation too, releases every last booger
And I hack them up in a weird light green
Sorry parents, kiddies ought to be screened
But I just didn’t have time to warn you
That this funny addiction has me spewing corn (EW!)
Some tell me these white lines are healthy
Others say, ‘Get a job to be wealthy!’
However, I already tried that avenue
Seemed all money earned just blew!
It was an awful rotation, but I like a straight line
Another drug addiction is my ability to rhyme
Therefore, I’m caught up in the sport & game
If I can’t have fortune, at least I’ll take fame!
(Remember my name…Bognetta)
As we all know, the Titanic sunk
(Too busy playing with tits or tilts)
Then there was this guy named Noah
(But that was the new lettering for ‘Know Ah’)
So, this guy Noah already knew pleasure
And, he derived it by getting things done…
So, I suppose the lesson of these two ships
Is to just stay at home…
When you wanna give lip
You want a job done, right?
(Or done right (correctly)?
Then do it yourself!
People may laugh if they hear the noise
But we all know what happens
When we play with girls or boys…
Scribble, scribble, scribble ‘til the night is done
Fondling my pen until daylight comes
Somehow, the simple curtsy got gutsy
Scratch, scratch, scratch goes my fingers
To my head as I linger
Just sweating out the pain in my hip
I can’t help how I’m giving lip
Sure, I wanted to sleep, but it didn’t get weak
It throbbed along my side
Too strong for me to cry
So, I tolerated throughout the night
What good did it do to fight?
When my own anger have to smite?
Get some flowers (flour) and sugar me with sweets
Start with introductions, something in a glass (Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker!)
Ignite the pilot light
Then you gonna kiss my ass (You’d better if you want a piece!)
If you can’t find the pilot hole
Open the broiler
Light a LONG match
Grab a couple eggs
Smooth on some oil/butter
Use a van unless I’m ill…UGH (Vanilla)
Make sure the ex is on another track (Extract)
Don’t forget to sprinkle a little baking (baby) powder
Mix it up
Pour in some PAN (no explanation needed)
Let it rise
Don’t jump or it’ll fall!
Bake, Baby, BAKE!
Pull it out & enjoy!
(Clean up the batter)
The payment is to assist with paying back student loans.
Because I have only salvaged 41 original paintings from all the moves I’ve made, these will be available to buy for helping me get rid of debt and assist with my future endeavors as an artist/poet/songstress. There is only one of me and only one of each of these very special paintings. Get yours while you can!
We put it together expecting a stick
But later we find a boot to lick
It’s tasty, it’s chewy as leather can be
But it’s clogging digestion, I see
So instead for the swallow and gulp
Ignore the labeling scheme of culp
Able and willing this time
To live out this beautiful rhyme
What in the world is the time?
Who put the time in for crime?
How was it committed and who was at fault?
Seems the rock moveth although it’s basalt
Esque Akua. (Coochie Coochi Coo!)
If you burn all your bridges
There will be nowhere to cross
Then who say, my Dear
Will lick off your lipgloss?
Romance is dandy as candy can be
But eyes must stay open
While swinging on tree
Limb to limb, stay limber, Little Bee!
Whether mammals or another creature
There’s something aglow to feature
And they’re fighting the current to reach
A new destination to teach
Yes, they’re on their way as they play
Enjoying the journey, enjoying their stay
They might perform a trick or two
Just to attract your eye, simply for you
As they swim, life’s not grim
Because they’re moving and they’re slim
Just running the obstacle course
Avoiding all the predators, of course!
Their fins help their bodies glide
They move with a slippery slide
Alongside boats, they’ll put on a show
And if you’re in trouble, your body, they’ll tow!
The payment is to assist in paying back student loans.
Because I have only salvaged 41 original paintings from all the moves I've made, these will be available to buy for helping me get rid of debt and assist with my future endeavors as an artist/poet/songstress. There is only one of me and only one of each of these very special paintings. Get yours while you can!