poem, still
Our mothers grew up dreaming of the bad boys
Screaming at Elvis
Swooning at the Beatles
The faces change
but the moves never do.
And every teenage boy hopes he's got what it takes
and every teenage boy hopes he's got what you need
to make your heart tremble and your body quake
but no teenage boy is bad enough
and no boy could ever be enough
when you're dreaming of cowboys
and rock stars
and dons
'Cause "sex sells,"
and it did,
and "sex sells,"
and it does,
and "Make love not war" is a corporate slogan
...and we aren't that different from our mothers, after all.
---- end poem----
there's another verse, something like:
---
My daughter will end up wanting her gangsta king
with his ebony skin and his prison tattoos
With diamonds for his white bitch, furs for her pale skin
and baby girl's a dead aim with her man's .45
---
but i'm not so sure about that one.
Thoughts?
- Me, Lissa, Bella -
Screaming at Elvis
Swooning at the Beatles
The faces change
but the moves never do.
And every teenage boy hopes he's got what it takes
and every teenage boy hopes he's got what you need
to make your heart tremble and your body quake
but no teenage boy is bad enough
and no boy could ever be enough
when you're dreaming of cowboys
and rock stars
and dons
'Cause "sex sells,"
and it did,
and "sex sells,"
and it does,
and "Make love not war" is a corporate slogan
...and we aren't that different from our mothers, after all.
---- end poem----
there's another verse, something like:
---
My daughter will end up wanting her gangsta king
with his ebony skin and his prison tattoos
With diamonds for his white bitch, furs for her pale skin
and baby girl's a dead aim with her man's .45
---
but i'm not so sure about that one.
Thoughts?
- Me, Lissa, Bella -