Little Man Little man Little man Why can�t you see You�re not good enough to play games with me Is it those little eyes in that big ole head That miss lead you each time you slip into their bed Sure your lips are big and thick And you say your tongue is skilled But I tell you its isn�t hard to find a man who can lick Just like a dog whose run off you should have fled when you had heeled don�t worry i know that your slick you may think its easy but your not nearly as quick The sun is hot ( my friend) and so am I it takes two and Tango But one to fly And I am sure ( as the sun will rise) The three sisters and I Will enjoy your demise Watching you fall from on high Oh and please, do not worry if I am not around I have eyes in the sky I�ve got eyes on the ground I love word of mouth And you know this Watch your step and your words Or you shall truly be missed Even I shall Miss you For I love this game And well finding a new toy Well� It just wont be the same Lex 11-02-01 |
| Stabbing with the Pen |
| Truth |
| Truth is what you make it Truth is what you believe The truth Is If you fake it Everyone believes A lie is just a story One that may come true Careful about the lies Cause the truth will come find you Do not tell lies to the mistress She is not easily deceived Although she looks like she doesn�t get it She is only pretends to believe |
| Love |
| Love is some how tainted now There�s nothing left but broken remnants of our dream Still we go on living like the passions hot and strong Our people don�t suspect a thing But do you even remember why this started Somewhere in the haze of love (lust) We�ve lost our way Lost our way With all the emotion surging through me I don�t remember if its night or day All I know is that I love you hate you Loathe no need you But its all the same And I�m alone now Beside you Waiting for you to awaken from your dreams So I can go on living in this hollow nightmare Its sad cause when I look into your eyes I feel the love I so crave Yet in the darkness of my mind The words you give look callous and grave I think this may be a thing for the others.. The only way to kill true love is with time. And all I know is that I hate you Love you Abhor you Need you Want to desire you Yet all I have is this cold dream Where did it all begin for me? Where we are Is not where I want to be? Is that enough? For you to understand me I love you somewhere in my mind I know I do It will hurt me when you go But it shall hurt you Tear you Gnaw at your very being Rip us apart If I dare say a thing Yet, we cannot go on living in this haze This crazy maze of your and me This one true lie About love it seems unreal |
| You�ve done it all Time to go Its all over now Thank the host of the show You�ve gotten to big For this small thing Its time to go Just take your bags and leave Time to go Take your stuff and leave Time to go Spread your wings and get away from me Time to go Its all over now Time to go We�ll all miss you some how You�ve gotten tall And shapely to With all those curves the guys just cant get enough of you You�re a woman now Be strong Be proud Just remember to be yourself and be loud There a great big stage That needs you You can�t stay here The curtain call just isn�t enough for you You�ll be shot down Many a time Still you�ve got to try Open up those wings Don�t be afraid to die Cause its Time to go So open up your eyes Time to go Don�t you realize That you must leave And get away from here We given all we can Now get the hell away from here |
| Time To Go |
| Pretty girls |
| The girls in all the magazines With the shapely hips and thighs Look at be with sad brown eyes And they say Surprise surprise They know I want to be like them To be girls rubbing up on him And they look and laugh at me because this is what they see They see a girl A wanna be They type who be on fashion magazines The kind who saunters when she walks Yet, she can not talk the talk A girl why has the dark brown eyes Ant the eroticism in her thighs Yet, her powers are untrue They laugh at girls like me and you They get paid because there pretty They get paid to look like sex They get paid to make us unhappy They get paid just by being wet They look great in the rain a snow storm or on a windy day Who cares if they all get airbrushed even with the soft strokes I don�t looks the same way They taunt us and leave us wanting more We open up the magazine s and walk through their doors It may not be all glitz and glamour but sit is for me And one day ill be there, Laughing at a girl like me |