SHEENAWALDORF
Friday, June 30, 2006
a woman expensive heels
life as it may seem
too bleak and dark around me
i am a girl of wnderful dreams
wif lollies laid out w/o wheat
wen i was young
my heels were early and blank
i dreamt of a job wif wnderful events
a doctor wif phd
a nurse liek wnderwoman
a teacher wif extra education
a lawyer wif wnder wheels
a policewoman wf super skills
an athlete of longer heels
a diver of lesser thrills
a surfer for higher chills
but and all i di was to go to skool and make it big
wen i was a tween
my heels were fun
jumpy andnaughty
oddles of fun
all i noe was to excel in skool
to earn big numbers
in report card too
avoidance of reds and also pain
i studied hard
to outwit d dumb-ers
but and all i did was to studie deep
wen i was a teen
my life were tpsy turvy for me
i break d rules for bigger adventure
i skipped d heads of the respectful wnders
i lit d fire of a long death rider
i claimed to be as matured as ever
tho all i knew was d emtpy tin cans leftovers
but and all i did was to jus break my moms wnders
but sumtyn is missin is dis wnderful life
tension headaches
and tummy aches
achin muscles
and fainting spells
life has been a hella of a ride
it shakes me up and dwn fer rights
untill i see d lite to lurve
a dim light shone up above
lurve has been a blinding object
an object of tyngs dat lets yu hang up der
a woman heels feel pain and true
wen shes in deep lurve wif you
iregardless of her inner tots
frm a dumb young to a claimed fully teen
but all dey want was a perfect man
who sings her to sleep
wen d mum ude to do dat
a man who buys her luxuries out
oddles of happines and obvious wnders too
a man who doesnt let her waits up frnt
like d cute lil puppy...cute..still a dog for deepr tots
a man who doesnt waster her time
instead he tynks shes as precious as his time
a man who spills d stale milk before
still manged to drink it back w/o regrets galore
a man who leaves his ego at 1
and just start up again for d btr at 2
it doesnt take to be whoelly perfect
it doesnt take to be the chosen knight
all a woman needs is a lil bit of sweet to add to a man's spice
cz too much of evrytyng is nvr nice
to lil of sometyngs is a wastage
wen evrytyng is perfect an ego will melt
even it will be perfect liek jealousy and hatred and bad
evrybdy says
"take me for who i am"
i tot the girls were suposed to whine using dat
bt evrytyng turns for a btr or worse
isnt dat a change for a man to burst?
let me put tings clear for yu
a man of many words ratehr than two
a woman would do anytang for yu
even jumpin of a 24 floors building even it hurts deeper tru
and all yu go ta do
folow the insturctions
coz its only a tyng or two
for a btr you....
dun ever say women get d easy wae out
demands are only our needs
and whines is we agreed
and dat is only to tell yu exactly
ward weve been doin for you and me.....
(i read a gilrs book..be careful ward yu wished for...and i agreed...but nb....nwaes dats ward i tynk..so i wrote sumtyn sumtyn...)
A photo can say a thousand things
But it can't say the million things I wanna say
A photo can capture the way we were
But it can't capture the way we are
'Cause you're far away
What it's like to know you
What it's like to touch you
life as it may seem
too bleak and dark around me
i am a girl of wnderful dreams
wif lollies laid out w/o wheat
wen i was young
my heels were early and blank
i dreamt of a job wif wnderful events
a doctor wif phd
a nurse liek wnderwoman
a teacher wif extra education
a lawyer wif wnder wheels
a policewoman wf super skills
an athlete of longer heels
a diver of lesser thrills
a surfer for higher chills
but and all i di was to go to skool and make it big
wen i was a tween
my heels were fun
jumpy andnaughty
oddles of fun
all i noe was to excel in skool
to earn big numbers
in report card too
avoidance of reds and also pain
i studied hard
to outwit d dumb-ers
but and all i did was to studie deep
wen i was a teen
my life were tpsy turvy for me
i break d rules for bigger adventure
i skipped d heads of the respectful wnders
i lit d fire of a long death rider
i claimed to be as matured as ever
tho all i knew was d emtpy tin cans leftovers
but and all i did was to jus break my moms wnders
but sumtyn is missin is dis wnderful life
tension headaches
and tummy aches
achin muscles
and fainting spells
life has been a hella of a ride
it shakes me up and dwn fer rights
untill i see d lite to lurve
a dim light shone up above
lurve has been a blinding object
an object of tyngs dat lets yu hang up der
a woman heels feel pain and true
wen shes in deep lurve wif you
iregardless of her inner tots
frm a dumb young to a claimed fully teen
but all dey want was a perfect man
who sings her to sleep
wen d mum ude to do dat
a man who buys her luxuries out
oddles of happines and obvious wnders too
a man who doesnt let her waits up frnt
like d cute lil puppy...cute..still a dog for deepr tots
a man who doesnt waster her time
instead he tynks shes as precious as his time
a man who spills d stale milk before
still manged to drink it back w/o regrets galore
a man who leaves his ego at 1
and just start up again for d btr at 2
it doesnt take to be whoelly perfect
it doesnt take to be the chosen knight
all a woman needs is a lil bit of sweet to add to a man's spice
cz too much of evrytyng is nvr nice
to lil of sometyngs is a wastage
wen evrytyng is perfect an ego will melt
even it will be perfect liek jealousy and hatred and bad
evrybdy says
"take me for who i am"
i tot the girls were suposed to whine using dat
bt evrytyng turns for a btr or worse
isnt dat a change for a man to burst?
let me put tings clear for yu
a man of many words ratehr than two
a woman would do anytang for yu
even jumpin of a 24 floors building even it hurts deeper tru
and all yu go ta do
folow the insturctions
coz its only a tyng or two
for a btr you....
dun ever say women get d easy wae out
demands are only our needs
and whines is we agreed
and dat is only to tell yu exactly
ward weve been doin for you and me.....
(i read a gilrs book..be careful ward yu wished for...and i agreed...but nb....nwaes dats ward i tynk..so i wrote sumtyn sumtyn...)
A photo can say a thousand things
But it can't say the million things I wanna say
A photo can capture the way we were
But it can't capture the way we are
'Cause you're far away
What it's like to know you
What it's like to touch you