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The Velvet Underground - Venus in Furs
Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girl-child in the dark
Comes in bells, your servant, don't forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
Downy sins of streetlight fancies
Chase the costumes she shall wear
Ermine furs adorn the imperious
Severin, Severin awaits you there
I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears
Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather
Shiny leather in the dark
Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
Severin, Severin, speak so slightly
Severin, down on your bended knee
Taste the whip, in love not given lightly
Taste the whip, now plead for me
I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears
Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girl-child in the dark
Severin, your servant comes in bells, please don't forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
Belle and Sebastian - Step into my office, babyShe called me up today
Meet me down at the old café
I jumped into the shower
I was getting my marching orders
We need to talk (need to talk)
Step into my office, baby
I want to give you the job
A chance of overtime
Say, my place at nine?
She’d never stand for any lies
She’s got an out tray full of guys
I could sense a breath, a whole new feeling
Now she says she wants to call a meeting
We need to talk (need to talk)
Step into my office, baby
I want to give you the job
A chance of overtime
Say, my place at nine?
I’m a slave to work
I’m only living when I walk amongst the office staff
And catch up with the office wag
I’ll be in bed by nine
My curtains drawn
My thoughts composed
I get to work on time
She gave me some dictation
But my strength is in administration
I took down all she said
I even took down her little red dress
We need to talk (need to talk)
Step into my office, baby
I’m going to give you the job
I’m pushing for a raise
I’ve been pushing now for days
My output is in decline
I was burned out after Thatcher
My banner I laid down with a sigh
Now I doubt if I’ll ever catch her
I’ve got to change my ways
Dress for business every day
A sharp suit and a clip-on tie
A big arrow pointing to my fly
Have you shaved for work yet, baby?
Don't care where the boss is, baby
We need to talk (need to talk)
Step into my office, baby
I want to give you the job
A chance of overtime
Say, my place at nine?
Liz Phair - Flower
Every time I see your face
I get all wet between my legs
Every time you pass me by
I heave a sigh of pain
Every time I see your face
I think of things not pure and chaste
I want to fuck you like a dog
I'll take you home and make you like it
Everything you ever wanted
Everything you ever thought of
Is everything I'll do to you
I'll fuck you and your girlfriend, too
Your face reminds me of a flower
Kind of like you're underwater
Hair's too long and in your eyes
Your lips a perfect "suck me" size
You act like you're 14 years old
Everything you say is so
Obnoxious, funny, true and mean
I want to be your blowjob queen
You're probably shy and introspective
That's not part of my objective
I just want your fresh young jimmy
Jamming, slamming, ramming in me
Every time I see your face
I think of things not pure and chaste
I want to fuck you like a dog
I'll take you home and make you like it
Everything you ever wanted
Everything you ever thought of
Is everything I'll do to you
I'll fuck you till your dick is blue
Every time
Bjork - Pagan Poetry Pedalling through
The dark currents
I find
An accurate copy
A blueprint
Of the pleasure
In me
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
A secret code carved
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
A secret code carved
He offers
A handshake
Crooked
Five fingers
They form a pattern
Yet to be matched
On the surface simplicity
But the darkest pit in me
It's pagan poetry
Pagan poetry
Morsecoding signals (signals)
They pulsate (wake me up) and wake me up
(pulsate) from my hibernating
On the surface simplicity
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
But the darkest pit in me
It's pagan poetry
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
Pagan poetry
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
....
I love him, I love him
I love him, I love him
I love him, I love him
I love him, I love him
She loves him, she loves him
This time
She loves him, she loves him
I'm gonna keep it to myself
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him
This time
I'm gonna keep me all to myself
She loves him, she loves him
And he makes me want to hand myself over
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him
And he makes me want to hand myself over
[ Bericht 12% gewijzigd door ipanema22 op 08-10-2008 23:46:41 ]