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I’ve Had Your Woman

I bet you think you were the first dream man
A small army has marched through like a steam train
You embrace her and whisper sweet nothing
She wants us to rock her with sweet everything
She moans and groans, loves to go down
Begs for things she doesn’t get at home
She’s been with your brother, she’s been with your cousin
She’s been mounted by dogs by the dozen
You are so popular with your smiling friends
They answer the easy message that she sends
Out of your sight is out of your mind
In my eyes your bitch is the filthy kind
She rolls in the mud, loves to wallow
When I come she loves to swallow
Licking her lips she says ‘My special treat’
You kiss her deep and say ‘So, so sweet’

I’ve had your woman, he’s had your woman
Everyone knows, everywhere she goes
They’ve had your woman, we’ve all had your woman
Watch out she doesn’t give you a dose
I’ve had, he’s had, they’ve had your wife
Live with that for the rest of your life
You’ve been had, you’ve been had by your woman
You’ve been had by your woman.

To look butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth
My rock solid has melted in her north and south
She sharpened her nails in her home town
She scratches my back as she moans and groans
She sighs, she loves me, she is frying
She sighs, she loves me, she is flying
She cries, she’s coming, keep pumping, on and on
She cries, she’s dying, keep humping, on and on
She screams and hollers as I open up her cave
With you she is silent as the grave
You close your eyes, you close your mind
Right in front of you she takes it from behind
You should have ‘cuckold’ tattooed on your forehead
You’ve got a smiling snake coiled up in your bed
The bitch lifts her tail for every dog sniffing by
The sow goes oink-oink to dirty pigs near her sty.

I’ve had your woman, he’s had your woman
Everyone knows, everywhere she goes
They’ve had your woman, we’ve all had your woman
Watch out she doesn’t give you a dose
I’ve had, he’s had, they’ve had your wife
Live with that for the rest of your life
You’ve been had, you’ve been had by your woman
You’ve been had by your woman.

There’s no need for seduction, she’s open to temptation
Without hesitation she will open her legs for sensation
You should cut off her nose for the world to see
Send both of them back to Mummy and Daddy
Their bitch loves to chew on the bone
She’s been mounted by every dog in town
How can you show your face?
People laugh at you in every place
They know what we get up to in your bed
They know what your wife does to my head
Look close and see my fingerprints all over her body
Look close and see my atoza swimming in her toddy
If you go down to kiss her so tender
Can you taste the seed of another?
You are the father of the child, but which one?
The apple of your eye is someone else’s son.

I’ve had your woman, he’s had your woman
Everyone knows, everywhere she goes
They’ve had your woman, we’ve all had your woman
Watch out she doesn’t give you a dose
I’ve had, he’s had, they’ve had your wife
Live with that for the rest of your life
You’ve been had, you’ve been had by your woman
You’ve been had by your woman.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.

Poor White Trash

Poor white trash
You got no cash, no cash, no cash
Poor white trash
You got no cash, no cash, no cash
Poor white trash
Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!

You are a joke that’s not so funny
You are so big with so little money
Poor food, poor job, poor bank account
Bottom of the pile, you don’t really count
Your piggy tail going swish, swish, swish
You don’t even know your own English
Who told you that your white skin
Guarantees you a win, win, win –
Which wave do you rule now, Britannia
How great are you now, Britain-he-ha!

Poor white trash
You got no cash, no cash, no cash
Poor white trash
You got no cash, no cash, no cash
Poor white trash
Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!

Centuries of sailing abroad to trample underfoot
Centuries of sailing home with the stolen loot –
Reflected glory puffed up your puny chest
Crumbs from their table feathered your tiny nest
Peasant, working class, council estate bum
For them you are less than flotsam and jetsam
You are sedated, distracted, and kept in order
Amused, abused, and then used as cannon fodder
Look around for the foreign to blame
Throw the stone to cover up your shame.

Poor white trash
You got no cash, no cash, no cash
Poor white trash
You got no cash, no cash, no cash
Poor white trash
Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!

Fall from grace, fall down in a heap
High and mighty reduced to the dirt cheap –
For the lowest wage you will sell your labour
For the right price you will sell your mother
In time you will crawl in the mud
In time you will be covered in blood
Your white skin will be made to feel the pain
The next World War will be just to explain
Who said Britons will never, never be slaves
Whoever buys you will piss on your graves.

Poor white trash
You got no cash, no cash, no cash
Poor white trash
You got no cash, no cash, no cash
Poor white trash
Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!

Britannia rules the waves without having a ship
Your head up their ass is a Special Relationship
But even they’ve had their day in the sun
Someone else holds the mortgage on their Big Gun
Little piggy is lining up to be bought and sold
The most dangerous creature in the world
Is an Englishman on his high-horse
He buries you while reciting Free verse
Enough – no more – they’ve dug their own graves
Who said Britons will never, never be slaves.

Poor white trash
You got no cash, no cash, no cash
Poor white trash
You got no cash, no cash, no cash
Poor white trash
Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.

Mirpuri Girl

(Mirpuri girl)
Sweetest in the world, Mirpuri girl
Richest in the world, Mirpuri girl
Precious as a white pearl, Mirpuri girl
A live brown pearl, Mirpuri girl.

Gold chains, silk suits, and you’re still cheap
Big house, big car, you’re on top of the heap
Big belly, greasy jelly, a wedding every week
Gossip, juicy gossip about the latest freak
What goes around soon comes around
You’ll be caught with your knickers down
Your mother still thinks you’re a virgin
Ten boys grin knowing where they’re been.

(Mirpuri girl)
Spending cash in hand, Mirpuri girl
Big plot of land, Mirpuri girl
Precious as a white pearl, Mirpuri girl
A live brown pearl, Mirpuri girl.

Back then your granddad didn’t have enough to eat
Back when your grandma walked around in bare feet
Now you act as if you’re the queen of England
You are the lowest of the low in the land
Powers That Be spread-sheets of Loss and Gain
You are to be the victim of their Master Plan
You think you’re living together with one another
The English change quicker than their weather.

(Mirpuri girl)
High class, high ground, Mirpuri girl
High rupees to the pound, Mirpuri girl
Precious as a white pearl, Mirpuri girl
A live brown pearl, Mirpuri girl.

Poets write that love is like being over the moon
Your idea of love is like going to the bathroom
Instead of hearts burning in the fire of emotion
Making love is just another physical function
Everything you say and do is underhand
You’ve got your head buried in the sand
You have Success but you will always fail
Your sentence is life in the Family Jail.

(Mirpuri girl)
You love to love, Mirpuri girl
Love to love you, Mirpuri girl
Precious as a white pearl, Mirpuri girl
A live brown pearl. Mirpuri girl.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.

My Heart Is In My Mouth

Don’t kiss me on the dance floor
I’m just happy to dance non-stop
Don’t kiss me on the shop floor
I want you to buy till you drop;
Don’t kiss me till the time is right
When we’re rolling in the hay
Don’t kiss me till you hold me tight
Then you take my breath away.

My heart is in my mouth
Kiss me now, while
My heart is in my mouth
Kiss me now, smile
My heart is in my mouth
Kiss me now, while
My heart is in your mouth
My heart is in your mouth.

Don’t kiss me while we’re holding hands
I’m just happy to be close
Don’t kiss me in front of your friends
You know I don’t like to pose;
Don’t kiss me softly on the cheek
That’s not going to make it happen
Don’t kiss me playing hide and seek
Let it all hang out in the open.

My heart is in my mouth
Kiss me now, while
My heart is in my mouth
Kiss me now, smile
My heart is in my mouth
Kiss me now, while
My heart is in your mouth
My heart is in your mouth.

Don’t kiss me while sitting on the fence
Tell me your heart’s desire
Don’t kiss me playing a game of chance
Tell me what lights your fire;
Don’t kiss me till I whisper words of love
In your oven I want to roast
Don’t kiss me till we are near the stars above
I will kiss you where you feel it the most.

My heart is in my mouth
Kiss me now, while
My heart is in my mouth
Kiss me now, smile
My heart is in my mouth
Kiss me now, while
My heart is in your mouth
My heart is in your mouth.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.

Bhangra Beat

Dance to the bhangra beat
Turn on her love heat
Dance to the bhangra beat
Do it to the bhangra beat
Dance to the bhangra beat
Do it to the bhangra beat
Dance to the bhangra beat
Dance up the feeling so sweet.

English people think we are so meek and mild
Let’s show them we’re a generation gone wild
Get on the floor and do it the way you feel
Grab the nearest girl and hammer out a deal
Both of you jig, jig, jig, jig to this song
Both of you jig, jig, jig, jig all night long.

Dance to the bhangra beat
Turn on her love heat
Dance to the bhangra beat
Do it to the bhangra beat
Dance to the bhangra beat
Do it to the bhangra beat
Dance to the bhangra beat
Dance up the feeling so sweet.

You’ll only ever be young this once
Baby, you’ll never get another chance
Grab Life with both hands while you can
Grab Love with both legs and please your man
Do it while I whip up this bhangra beat
The rhythm urges you to burn in its love heat.

Dance to the bhangra beat
Turn on her love heat
Dance to the bhangra beat
Do it to the bhangra beat
Dance to the bhangra beat
Do it to the bhangra beat
Dance to the bhangra beat
Dance up the feeling so sweet.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.

Bhangra Baby

Bhangra Baby, your moves drive me crazy
Bhangra Baby, your body has me ever ready
Bhangra Baby, your grooves are full of ecstasy
Bhangra Baby, pump to the beat rock steady
Bhangra, baby, bhangra …

For the world outside you have no care
This is the time of life to turn it on
Raise your arms in the air
Bounce your shoulders up and down
Shuffle your shoes till your feet are bare
Dance the hiccups right into the ground.

Bhangra Baby, your moves drive me crazy
Bhangra Baby, your body has me ever ready
Bhangra Baby, your grooves are full of ecstasy
Bhangra Baby, pump to the beat rock steady
Bhangra, baby, bhangra …

Don’t let what people say bother you
Just keep on doing what you’re doing
Don’t let stupid gossip tether you
Just keep on going where you’re going
Don’t let tradition smother you
Just keep on dancing the way you’re dancing.

Bhangra Baby, your moves drive me crazy
Bhangra Baby, your body has me ever ready
Bhangra Baby, your grooves are full of ecstasy
Bhangra Baby, pump to the beat rock steady
Bhangra, baby, bhangra …

You have blown my image as the Coolest Lover
In my sky you are the hottest star
I want this bhangra beat to last forever
Dancing near you really takes me far
You make me slap the skin off my tabla
You make me snap every string on my sitar.

Bhangra Baby, your moves drive me crazy
Bhangra Baby, your body has me ever ready
Bhangra Baby, your grooves are full of ecstasy
Bhangra Baby, pump to the beat rock steady
Bhangra, baby, bhangra …

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.

Jiginder

Jig-jig-Jiginder
When I start to drill
You give me a thrill
Jig-jig-Jiginder
When I hit your ocean bed
You kill me dead
Jig-jig-Jiginder
You’re the sweetest lover!

I’ve got the meat
That’s right up your street
You’ve got the body
That has me ever-ready
You have the resort
That gets my goat
You’ve got the honey
That’s richer than money.

Jig-jig-Jiginder
When I start to drill
You give me a thrill
Jig-jig-Jiginder
When I hit your ocean bed
You kill me dead
Jig-jig-Jiginder
You’re the sweetest lover!

You’ve got the motion
That earns my devotion
You’ve got me digging deep
You know I can’t get no sleep
Your kindness is so unkind
I’m about to lose my mind
But don’t stop what you’re doing
You’ve got the very best in loving.

Jig-jig-Jiginder
When I start to drill
You give me a thrill
Jig-jig-Jiginder
When I hit your ocean bed
You kill me dead
Jig-jig-Jiginder
You’re the sweetest lover!

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.

I Am Your Master

When it comes to rock and roll
I am in complete control
You will obey my every command
You will satisfy my every demand
I’ll dig up your buried treasure
You’re only here for my pleasure.

I am your master
We’re going to have a ball
I am your master
When lying down I’m standing tall
I am your master
You will come when I call
I am your master –
And you love me for it!

I’ve seen the way you treat other boys
You use them to amuse you like they were toys
Well, now that you’re mine, kiss them all goodbye
When I don’t make you laugh – I’ll make you cry
Be my bitch and I’ll mount you
You switch and twitch when I pound you.

I am your master
Worship at my altar
I am your master
Get down and under
I am your master
You will come ever after
I am your master –
And you love me for it!

Toy boys bore you by putting safety first
You hunger for danger to quench your thirst
You want someone who can understand
A woman’s a woman and a man’s a man
And the twain never meets
Except between the hottest sheets.

I am your master
When all is done and said
I am your master
Kneel and pay homage to my head
I am your master
I am the king in your bed
I am your master –
And you love me for it!

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.

Appeal To Your Vanity

This appeal to your vanity
Will make you love me
My song is about your poetry
I sing in praise of your beauty
With each tender kiss
I’m sending out this
Appeal to your vanity
Knowing you’ll be
Listening to me
Appeal to your vanity
Please love me.

Beauty queen, I know how to get you on your back
Appealing to your vanity is my best line of attack
Other boys fail because they appeal to your good nature
I succeed because I know you’re such a vain creature
You’re a woman – what more is there to say …
I love the way smiles on your lips play
You’re a rosebud bursting into flower
You make my love grow stronger by the hour.

This appeal to your vanity
Will make you love me
My song is about your poetry
I sing in praise of your beauty
With each tender kiss
I’m sending out this
Appeal to your vanity
Knowing you’ll be
Listening to me
Appeal to your vanity
Please love me.

At first you play hard to get
Then your resistance begins to melt
My sugared words are easy to swallow
Your vanity goes deaf when they ring hollow …
Please listen, don’t turn me away
You go to my head begins to sway
Your perfume smells sweeter than any flower
You bloom more beautiful by the hour.

This appeal to your vanity
Will make you love me
My song is about your poetry
I sing in praise of your beauty
With each tender kiss
I’m sending out this
Appeal to your vanity
Knowing you’ll be
Listening to me
Appeal to your vanity
Please love me.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.

Baby, You’re Just Like An Indian Movie

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.

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.

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.

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.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.

Little Red Riding Hood

Babe, you’ve walked through the wood to my door
Come on in, child, I know what you’re looking for
You’ve come to the right place and the only person
Who can give you guaranteed satisfaction …
Take off your cloak and let your hair down
Take off your dress – babe, now you’re a woman.

Little Red Riding Hood
Little girl, you do it so good
Makes me feel like I should
Can’t get enough of your love so tight
Little Red Riding Hood
You’ve got me howling all night
Aoooh!

I’ll caress and squeeze you with these strong arms
This big tongue in your ear will whisper magic charms
These long nails will scratch you in the heat of love
All this fur will cushion you when you’ve had enough –
Sweet little girl, please don’t worry, you’re in good hands
This big, bad wolf will satisfy all your demands.

Little Red Riding Hood
Little girl, you do it so good
Makes me feel like I should
Can’t get enough of your love so tight
Little Red Riding Hood
You’ve got me howling all night
Aoooh!

I’m hungry for you, honey, I want everything you’ve got
I’m standing up straight and my tongue’s hanging out
I want to eat you – you can swallow me too
I’ll cook and cook and make a meal of you
Oh, little girl, little girl, this wolf’s already in your bed
I’m snug as a bug in a rug in your spread.

Little Red Riding Hood
Little girl, you do it so good
Makes me feel like I should
Can’t get enough of your love so tight
Little Red Riding Hood
You’ve got me howling all night
Aoooh!

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.

Boogie On The Backseat

Your daddy would blow a fuse
If he knew the things you get up to
He thinks you’re studying at high school
But you’re here playing with my low tool
I’m giving you lessons which you love to learn
Study hard for the exam end of term.

Boogie, baby, boogie on the backseat
Boogie the feeling so sweet
Boogie up a special treat
Boogie to the jungle beat
Boogie to fire the love heat
Boogie, baby, boogie on the backseat.

Don’t listen to what Daddy says – he doesn’t know
Don’t follow Daddy’s ways – he has only one place to go
He wants to cage you till you’re old enough
Then he’ll make a deal and sell you off
But love is love – there’s no right or wrong
Do it while your blood is still young.

Boogie, baby, boogie on the backseat
Boogie the feeling so sweet
Boogie up a special treat
Boogie to the jungle beat
Boogie to fire the love heat
Boogie, baby, boogie on the backseat.

Enter the innermost part of you
Thrust to the very heart of you
I’ll do every little thing you crave
Your love is deep as a grave
I buried myself and now ache to die
I’ll drown in the tears of joy you cry.

Boogie, baby, boogie on the backseat
Boogie the feeling so sweet
Boogie up a special treat
Boogie to the jungle beat
Boogie to fire the love heat
Boogie, baby, boogie on the backseat.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.