beautiful little lyrics


I cooked dinner tonight. And i’m really proud of myself.

I didn’t start the kitchen on fire. (although I may have left the burner on accidentally. opps!)

That’s not what i came to blog about but since this is supposed to be a “foodie” blog, food needs to be discussed every now & then. I’m not showing you guys the picture of my dinner though cause it’s not beautiful. But it tasted beautiful in my mouth. It was stir fry. w egg whites. I don’t eat the yolks, they make me feel car sick. Don’t judge.

These are my 2 new favorite songs. I didn’t like them until I actually read the lyrics. The lyrics are beautiful. Isn’t it weird how something like words put together can be so wonderful? It lifts my spirit to hear these songs. I dance in the car. That also is a beautifully awkward scene. If you see me, turn your head.

If I could write like this, my little life would be complete. & beautiful. Beautiful is my new favorite word. Can you tell?

“Faster”
You’re so delicious
you’re so soft
sweet on the tip of my tongue
you taste like sunlight
and strawberry bubble gum
you bite my lip
you spike my blood
you make my heart beat faster
own me, you own
you rattle my bones
you turn me over and over
’till I can’t control myself
make me a liar
one big disaster
you make my heart beat faster
it’s the way you swell, slow
pushing right out your seams
it’s the way you smile, baby
when you’ve got me on my knees
your all night noise
your siren howl
you make my heart, beat, faster
own me, you own
you rattle my bones
you turn me over and over
’till I can’t control myself
make me a liar
one big disaster
you make my heart beat faster
cause I jump back, crash, I crawl
I beg and steal, I follow you
yeah you own me
and you make my heart beat faster
(I can’t get enough
because its on like
I guess this world is over to me)
you own me, you own
you rattle my bones
you turn me over and over
’till I can’t control myself
make me a liar
one big disaster
you make my heart beat faster

 

Hey Mama

She don’t know what she wants to be
With all the pictures in the magazines
Holding hands when she’s mad at me
’cause she don’t wanna go, don’t wanna go
I met her at anthropology
Purple boots and her golden dreams
Standing there like a Tennessee queen
Singing don’t look at me, don’t look at me
Singing oh oh
won’t you help me sing this song
Singing ee ee ee
She don’t ever want to go to sleep
Singing hey mama, don’t want no drama
Just a kiss before I leave
Hey lady, don’t say maybe
You’re the one that I can believe
Hey lover, don’t want no other
finger for my ring
Hey mama, hey hey mama
Hey mama, hey hey mama
Hey mama, hey hey mama
Hey mama, hey hey mama
Oh oh
Ooh oh oh oh
Ooh oh oh oh
I can see it in her Cherokee eyes
Those baby browns and the golden thighs
What you doing for the rest of your life?
Cause you don’t want, don’t wanna go
Singing oh oh
won’t you help me sing this song
Singing ee ee ee
She playing like a mystery
Singing hey mama, don’t want no drama
Just a kiss before I leave
Hey lady, don’t say maybe
You’re the one that I can believe
Hey lover, don’t want no other
finger for my ring
Hey mama, hey hey mama
Hey mama, hey hey mama
Hey mama, hey hey mama
Hey mama, hey hey mama
Oh oh
Ooh oh oh oh
Ooh oh oh oh
Couldn’t be more opposite
I’m hard to please and you’re hard to get
You’re Mississippi and I’m Oregon
You’re sun tanned and I’m porcelain skinned.
Singing hey mama, don’t want no drama
Just a kiss before I leave
Hey lady, don’t say maybe
You’re the one that I can believe
Hey lover, don’t want no other
finger for my ring
Hey mama, hey hey mama
Hey mama, hey hey mama
Hey mama, hey hey mama
Hey mama, hey hey mama
Oh oh
Ooh oh oh oh
Ooh oh oh oh

Beautiful huh? 😉

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