BMF's Urban Hang Suite

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how about a song.....


She's a Looker

now I ain't doin' too much
just sittin' here on this seat
wondering who in the world
I'm about to meet
sashayin' through the door
high heels on her feet
baby's long and curvy
standing taller than six feet

well, she’s a looker
she turned my head
she must be missin’
from somebody's bed

I take another drink
and start to feel the rush
the tingle in my bones tellin’ me
I ain't never gonna get enough
don't know if it's the drink or her
that's startin' to mess me up
but I can't deny those piercing eyes
she’s killin’ me with that stuff

yea, she's a looker
she turned my head
gonna hafta steal her
from somebody's bed

she's standin' so close to me
I see the sweetness of her lips
the tingle spreads right through me
down to my fingertips
gonna trace 'em down her sweet curves
all the way to those sexy hips
then roll 'em the way she loves it
take her on a trembling trip

oh, she's a looker
she turned my head
give her my lovin'
satisfy her in my bed

when I woke up in the morning
her fragrance was still in my room
it's all I got left from the madness
under last night's moon
such a sweet long night of loving
and she's disappeared too soon
gotta stumble my way thru the day
with a new definition of gloom

damn, she was a looker
she turned my head
took all my lovin'
now she's missin' from my bed
 
how about a song.....


She's a Looker

now I ain't doin' too much
just sittin' here on this seat
wondering who in the world
I'm about to meet
sashayin' through the door
high heels on her feet
baby's long and curvy
standing taller than six feet

well, she’s a looker
she turned my head
she must be missin’
from somebody's bed

I take another drink
and start to feel the rush
the tingle in my bones tellin’ me
I ain't never gonna get enough
don't know if it's the drink or her
that's startin' to mess me up
but I can't deny those piercing eyes
she’s killin’ me with that stuff

yea, she's a looker
she turned my head
gonna hafta steal her
from somebody's bed

she's standin' so close to me
I see the sweetness of her lips
the tingle spreads right through me
down to my fingertips
gonna trace 'em down her sweet curves
all the way to those sexy hips
then roll 'em the way she loves it
take her on a trembling trip

oh, she's a looker
she turned my head
give her my lovin'
satisfy her in my bed

when I woke up in the morning
her fragrance was still in my room
it's all I got left from the madness
under last night's moon
such a sweet long night of loving
and she's disappeared too soon
gotta stumble my way thru the day
with a new definition of gloom

damn, she was a looker
she turned my head
took all my lovin'
now she's missin' from my bed

Same difference. Sup P.
 
Man, I don't know what kind of trip my mind was on last night. Oh well.tired teacher equals frightened students

youth today are such wusses - go ahead and scare the shit outta 'em. the very future of America is depending on you!
 
Thighs describe easier than smiles.
And when I can finally find enough syllables
for the way your teeth show when I joke about
the size of the holes in your jeans,
I’ll know words like I know you.

I used to laugh about 5 am on TV,
how celebrities couldn’t see an empty bed
without a woman lying there,
hair perfectly disheveled, and basking
in God’s own sunlit stare.

But now I see you there when I wake, creating
empires of pillows and claiming estates of cotton,
auburn falling like perfectly disheveled sunlight,
and I feel like a celebrity.
I feel 5 am is a blessing.

I write lust because I’ve lost words for love.
The cover of sex can dye down numb
with a palate of complexity and necessity.
But I know the best of me is only known
in the way your teeth show when we joke and you smile.

Lucky girl. :) Well done, Ns.
how about a song.....


She's a Looker

now I ain't doin' too much
just sittin' here on this seat
wondering who in the world
I'm about to meet
sashayin' through the door
high heels on her feet
baby's long and curvy
standing taller than six feet

well, she’s a looker
she turned my head
she must be missin’
from somebody's bed

I take another drink
and start to feel the rush
the tingle in my bones tellin’ me
I ain't never gonna get enough
don't know if it's the drink or her
that's startin' to mess me up
but I can't deny those piercing eyes
she’s killin’ me with that stuff

yea, she's a looker
she turned my head
gonna hafta steal her
from somebody's bed

she's standin' so close to me
I see the sweetness of her lips
the tingle spreads right through me
down to my fingertips
gonna trace 'em down her sweet curves
all the way to those sexy hips
then roll 'em the way she loves it
take her on a trembling trip

oh, she's a looker
she turned my head
give her my lovin'
satisfy her in my bed

when I woke up in the morning
her fragrance was still in my room
it's all I got left from the madness
under last night's moon
such a sweet long night of loving
and she's disappeared too soon
gotta stumble my way thru the day
with a new definition of gloom

damn, she was a looker
she turned my head
took all my lovin'
now she's missin' from my bed

Scandalous. Bitchez be scandalous.
 
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