I have a few files full of them.. Full songs, parts of songs, poems that might have been songs, and so on... Some of them go as far back as 1990... Just gonna start posting them here...
By no means are any of these any good. Hahaha!!!
You're Not A Star
YOU’RE NOT MY OLD GREEN CAR,
SO I DON’T PAY INSURANCE.
YOU’RE NOT MY TONGUE,
SO I DON’T NEED YOU TO TALK.
YOU’RE NOT MY MOTHER,
SO DON’T YOU TRY AND GUIDE ME.
YOU’RE NOT MY HOME,
BUT YOU CAN KEEP ME WARM.
YOU’RE NOT MY GUITAR,
AND I’M WRITING SONGS ABOUT YOU.
YOU’RE NOT MY WIFE,
AND YOU NEVER WILL BE.
YOU’RE NOT A TEACHER,
I’VE HAD ALL THE SCHOOL I CAN HANDLE.
YOU’RE NOT A STAR.
YOU’RE NOT MY SHOES,
BUT I’D LIKE TO TIE YOU UP.
YOU’RE NOT MY PORNO MAGS,
BUT YOU KNOW HOW TO GET ME UP.
YOU’RE NOT MY LOVER,
JUST A TOY FOR MY NEEDS.
YOU’RE NOT MY WATCH,
AND ALL I GOT IS TIME.
YOU’RE NOT MY CHILD,
SO I DON’T HAVE TO RAISE YOU.
YOU’RE NOT MY BED,
BUT ALL YOUR BITCHIN’ PUTS ME RIGHT TO SLEEP.
YOU’RE NOT A STAR.
YOU’RE NOT MY SUNGLASSES,
THIS WORLD’S TOO DARK ANYWAY.
YOU’RE NOT MY DOCTOR,
AND I’M ON DRUGS BECAUSE OF YOU.
YOU’RE NOT MY TELEVISION,
DAMN, NO OFF SWITCH.
YOU’RE NOT MY KITCHEN SINK,
YOU THINK YOU’RE EVERYTHING ELSE.
YOU’RE NOT MY SYNTHESIZER,
YOU COULD NEVER MAKE THOSE FUNKY SOUNDS.
YOU’RE NOT MY HAT,
AND I WEAR ONE ALL OF THE TIME.
YOU’RE NOT MY LIFE,
SO GO AND GET ONE OF YOUR OWN
YOU’RE NOT A STAR.
SO I DON’T PAY INSURANCE.
YOU’RE NOT MY TONGUE,
SO I DON’T NEED YOU TO TALK.
YOU’RE NOT MY MOTHER,
SO DON’T YOU TRY AND GUIDE ME.
YOU’RE NOT MY HOME,
BUT YOU CAN KEEP ME WARM.
YOU’RE NOT MY GUITAR,
AND I’M WRITING SONGS ABOUT YOU.
YOU’RE NOT MY WIFE,
AND YOU NEVER WILL BE.
YOU’RE NOT A TEACHER,
I’VE HAD ALL THE SCHOOL I CAN HANDLE.
YOU’RE NOT A STAR.
YOU’RE NOT MY SHOES,
BUT I’D LIKE TO TIE YOU UP.
YOU’RE NOT MY PORNO MAGS,
BUT YOU KNOW HOW TO GET ME UP.
YOU’RE NOT MY LOVER,
JUST A TOY FOR MY NEEDS.
YOU’RE NOT MY WATCH,
AND ALL I GOT IS TIME.
YOU’RE NOT MY CHILD,
SO I DON’T HAVE TO RAISE YOU.
YOU’RE NOT MY BED,
BUT ALL YOUR BITCHIN’ PUTS ME RIGHT TO SLEEP.
YOU’RE NOT A STAR.
YOU’RE NOT MY SUNGLASSES,
THIS WORLD’S TOO DARK ANYWAY.
YOU’RE NOT MY DOCTOR,
AND I’M ON DRUGS BECAUSE OF YOU.
YOU’RE NOT MY TELEVISION,
DAMN, NO OFF SWITCH.
YOU’RE NOT MY KITCHEN SINK,
YOU THINK YOU’RE EVERYTHING ELSE.
YOU’RE NOT MY SYNTHESIZER,
YOU COULD NEVER MAKE THOSE FUNKY SOUNDS.
YOU’RE NOT MY HAT,
AND I WEAR ONE ALL OF THE TIME.
YOU’RE NOT MY LIFE,
SO GO AND GET ONE OF YOUR OWN
YOU’RE NOT A STAR.
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