Mar 092006
 

Sweet street nights turn off your dark lights
and sing along with me.
Slick city boys hang up your little toys
and sing this song with me.
You’re so way cool, a modern day fool
just lookin’ to break the next rule.

Sweet street nights turn off you’re dark lights
and dance this dance with me.
It’s about clubers and drugers and all kinds of lovers
who think this stuff is all free.
They’re windin’ and grindin’, slippin’ and slidin’
all the time lookin’ but ain’t never findin’.

Hot city girls straighten your curls
and spray on a costume for me.
Show me your assets and tell me your story
while you write this song with me.
It’s about clubers and drugers and all kinds of lovers
who think this stuff is all free.

 March 9, 2006
Dec 212005
 

Sweet Mary had a madman for a boyfriend.
He was crazy like in nuts, mean like in dangerous.
Mary loved him.

Mary was sweet and gentle and soft of voice.
Donald, her boyfriend, was coarse, crude, loud, and evil.
It happens.

Dangerous Donald viciously attacked innocent people
and took whatever he wanted from them.
Mary knew.

Donald, night or day, mugged tired, weak old ladies.
He spent their money on booze, drugs, and other women.
Mary thought she could change him.

Dangerous Donny went home to Sweet Mary most days.
To eat, he went, and to sleep. He was less than a creep.
Mary fed him and slept him.

Mary and Donald were young and getting old fast.
Mary had a sense of time. Donald never thought about it.
Mary knew it might run out.

Drugged up Dangerous Donald came home one soft night
and bludgeoned Sweet Mary to death as she slept.
Mary would not have been surprised.

 December 21, 2005
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