Self Written Songs 11-12-2010
Life of the Party
no party is that boring
no face uninteresting
no music uninspiring
to my understanding
for I am the life of the party
I've assigned myself to be
nobody else is responsible
for my happiness but me
when I enter a room
I hear in my ears a boom
for as I enter a room
I make disappear all gloom
everybody's got a story to tell
all you've got to do is yell
above the raucous of hell
I'm sure you will be heard
for I am the life of the party
I've assigned myself to be
nobody else is responsible
for my happiness but me
I've stopped pretending
that I'm that interesting
to those people whom
I would love to impress
I just open myself up
to be impressed
listening, not just hearing
with empathic understanding
for I am the life of the party
I've assigned myself to be
nobody else is responsible
for my happiness but me
One night at the bar
first time I set my eyes on you
I knew
I'm captured, I'm struck
there is no turning back
the self-control I've rehearsed
for as long as I can remember
flew off the window
the moment we hit eye-ball to eye-ball
so much for preparation
so much for poise
I stumbled, I mumbled
I crumbled, or so I was told
I'm helpless, clueless, restless
you're just looking cool like
my world ain't spinning at all
but I'm free-falling
I'm free-falling
free-falling
falling
and yet I don't even exist
just another silhouette
in the darkened bar
of sadness
I scrape my throat
from the dryness of my soul
I need to fill it up again
with some cola and rum
as I watch you leave
with this witch in shimmering red
the darkness with liquid blend
as a hot tear drown my head
I'm helpless, clueless, restless
you're just looking cool like
my world ain't spinning at all
but I'm free-falling
I'm free-falling
free-falling
falling
Make-over
when was the last time
you saw yourself
really looked at yourself
in the mirror
do you still know who that is
looking back at you
or is it a stranger
you've met somewhere in the past
but can't remember
who caused those wrinkles
to deepen
what happened to the
color of your hair
there's an extra layer
on your middle
and your kneecaps
now seem to dangle
take control
ain't too late
to take control
the beauty of life
is the make-overs of it all
you can take control
and start with yourself
the next lap of your life
after that mid-life crap they talk about
is in your hands to mold
take it, it's yours to hold, behold
do a make-over
it just isn't over
for if you feel good about yourself
the world will again bother
take control
ain't too late
to take control
the beauty of life
is the make-overs
of it all
you can take control
and start with yourself
Salsa
forward and backward I go
turning as you twirl me oh
pulling me in
pushing me out
following your beat
the tempo thrills me so
turning, turning
I'm so breathless
but I keep going
for if I stop
you'll leave me here
to find another partner
to dance with you
I don't hear the music anymore
I just hear the tap tapping of my shoes on the floor
matching the bongo drums rapping in my heart
when you lift me there up high I feel my eyes smart
my wide skirt twirl around you
your strong hand wrap around my back
your leg brushing against my hip
I try to hold on to the dregs of sanity
left untouched by the countless
mojitos I've consumed
this ain't real anymore
because you look at me as if
I were the most beautiful creature on the floor
or am I dreaming it all?
don't look at me as if you love me
don't play tricks with my heart
for I won't survive tomorrow
if it turns out it isn't so
just dance with me with passion
but don't play with my emotion
let's just be physical on the floor
you play pimp I play whore
forward and backward I go
turning as you twirl me oh
pulling me in
pushing me out
following your beat
the tempo thrills me so
turning, turning
I'm so breathless
but I keep going
for if I stop
you'll leave me here
to find another partner
to dance with you
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