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Sangeeta

October 24, 2013Lyrics/Songsartistic, aspire, belly, erotic, heavenly choir, Indian, jelly, joy, jungle drums, love, lust, music together, passion, rock and roll, romantic, Sangeeta, Satori Publishing, seduction, sensual, sexy, voodoo rhythmssatoripublishing2013

I fell in love before I even saw you
Your musical voice pierced me through and through
Your sweet, sweet voice stole my heart away
I turned to look and there was nothing left to say
Your face, your body – I was struck blind …
I’ll die if you don’t say you’ll be mine.

Sangeeta, you’re a song that’s always on my lips
I’m moving in rhythm to the music of your hips
Sangeeta, Sangeeta, your body’s a heavenly choir
Only you can satisfy my heart’s desire
Sangeeta, let’s make music together
Sangeeta, let’s make love forever.

I have no sense of time and place
Everywhere I look I only see your face
My heart skips a beat at the thought of you
My knees go weak when they stand near you
My eyes shine when they see what you do
My body’s a wreck after you’ve been through.

For every kiss you give me I’ll give you ten
Then I’ll start kissing you all over again
This joy in my heart just has to be unreal
The song of a bulbul can’t express how I feel
My love’s hard but my legs have turned to jelly
I’ll dance my way up your belly.

Baby, You’re Just Like An Indian Movie

October 24, 2013Lyrics/Songsartistic, Baby You're Just like An Indian Movie, brash, cocky, creative, dramatic, hot and spicy, Indian, Pakistani, rock and roll, Satori Publishing, sensual, sing and dance, voodoo rhythmssatoripublishing2013

Before you learned to walk and talk you knew how to sing and dance
You’re a heavy drama that’s sure to turn into a light romance
You shake your front and wiggle your behind
You’re easy on the eye but hard on the mind;
You love to mime the words and run around trees
All your Leading Men are down on their knees
Girls like you have natural talents to help their careers
Your eyes are tapped so you can turn on the tears.

Baby! Baby!
Oh, baby, you’re just like an Indian movie
Everything about you is a bit
Over the top, hot and spicy
A miss that is a hit
A filling that is empty
Just like an Indian movie
Baby, you’re just like an Indian movie
Just like an Indian movie.

It’s not your fault you’ve turned out this way
Even though you change costumes several times a day
You‘re superficial, baby, you’ve got no depth
You tell a lie with every other breath;
Well, you belch and you burp and you break wind
Mummy taught you that to fake is not a lover’s sin
Daddy believes you’re the virginal apple of his eye
A hundred boys have made it between your thighs.

The comedy isn’t funny but you like the car chases
All the make-up can’t cover up your two faces
The tragedy is that the public loves girls like you
Stupid birds of a feather stick together – and you do;
Even though you avoid being kissed on the screen
Off-camera you rock it in many a bedroom scene
You measure success by the amount of material possessions
The boy who gets you must have matching medallions.

Play With Fire

October 24, 2013Lyrics/Songs18+, adults only, artistic, aspire, bake, burn, cocky, delicious, dramatic, erotic, flames, joy, jungle drums, love, lust, oven, passion, Play With Fire, precious, rock and roll, romantic, Satori Publishing, seduction, sensual, sexy, stallion, temptation, torch, voodoo rhythmssatoripublishing2013

All the girls regard me as a stallion
To some I’m known as Sin, to others Temptation
Many swear my middle name is Freedom
Because I never go before they come
The word on the grapevine is Ecstasy
The word says Satisfaction is a guarantee.

Play with fire, babe, and you’ll see it’s no lie
Play with fire, babe, and I’ll put a torch to your hive
Play with me, and I’ll burn you alive.

Your family has wrapped you in cotton wool
Safeguarding your body so it’s taken by a chosen fool
If all you want is security on the shelf
Then do as they say – you don’t need my help
But if you want thrills with no strings attached
Come and play with me in a love match.

Play with fire, babe, pour your juice onto the flames
Play with fire, babe, play these lovely grown-up games
Play with me, no two shots are ever the same.

People will warn you and say it’s a crime
But it’s never wrong to ache for a good time
Come on, honey, come on, climb down from that window
Come on, angel, float down into my waiting arms now
Step into my open car and let the wind blow back your hair
I’ll drive you, I’ll ride you, I’ll plough you from here to there.

Play with fire, babe, you know lovers make the best friends
Play with fire, babe, burn my candle at both ends
Play with me, my life is in your hands.

We’re flying on the wings of a slow burn
Joy from this boy has made you learn
Love without a license is the most delicious
Stolen kisses are the most precious
Legal love is such a slow waste
Forbidden fruit has the sweetest taste.

Play with fire, babe, and I’ll tie you to my stake
Play with fire, babe, and in your oven I will bake
Play with me, play with the real thing for heaven’s sake!!