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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.

I’m In Her Kitchen Cooking

I’m cooking
I’m in her kitchen cooking
I’m cooking
I’m in her kitchen steaming
I’ve got her pot gleaming
I’m cooking
I’m in her kitchen cooking
I’m cooking.

Oil her pot, add herb and spice
Try meat and veg, curry and rice
Passion fruit, the scent of fish
Pinch of this, my favourite dish.

I’m cooking
I’m in her kitchen cooking
I’m cooking
I’m in her kitchen squeezing
Her table laid so pleasing
I’m cooking
I’m in her kitchen cooking
I’m cooking.

Add this, add that, roast her oven
Stir it up, toast to heaven
Compliment the chef, new recipe
Mouth-watering, her ecstasy.

I’m cooking
I’m in her kitchen cooking
I’m cooking
I’m in her kitchen spooning
Her sweet spot swooning
I’m cooking
I’m in her kitchen cooking
I’m cooking.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.

On The Tip Of My Tongue

On the tip of my tongue, the switch that turns you on
Just a flick of my tongue, you light up like the sun
Just a click of my tongue, guaranteed to make you come
The ecstasy, all up to me, on the tip of my tongue.

All the men who say they can’t find the way
In the dark, in the cold, in dismay
All the girls who are so hard to please
Can be satisfied with the greatest of ease
Place your tongue on her nerve centre
And to heaven you will send her.

On the tip of my tongue, the switch that turns you on
Just a flick of my tongue, you light up like the sun
Just a click of my tongue, guaranteed to make you come
The ecstasy, all up to me, on the tip of my tongue.

Play it rough, play it smooth, play it slow
I’ve got all the tools to make you glow
My middle leg has done all the walking
Now I’ll let my tongue do the talking
Your every nerve is tense with desire
I’ll release you with a flickering fire.

On the tip of my tongue, the switch that turns you on
Just a flick of my tongue, you light up like the sun
Just a click of my tongue, guaranteed to make you come
The ecstasy, all up to me, on the tip of my tongue.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.

Hot Arabian Nights

Hot Arabian nights
Full of eastern delights
So many wild sensations
A thousand and one positions
Full of eastern delights
Hot Arabian nights.

Let’s take a stroll behind a sand dune
Spread yourself on my flying carpet
Make love by the light of the silvery moon
Take care you don’t get sand in your moving bit;
You can be my camel
I’ll give you two humps every night
You can be my dancer
I’ll come and sheikh your belly alright.

Hot Arabian nights
Full of eastern delights
So many wild sensations
A thousand and one positions
Full of eastern delights
Hot Arabian nights.

I’ll turn your desert into an oasis
Your satisfaction is full of eastern promise
We’ll picture ourselves for a book of poses
Each one leads to the Garden of Bliss;
I’ll charge at you with my stallion
You can ride it out of sight
You can be my harem
I’ll try a different you every night.

Hot Arabian nights
Full of eastern delights
So many wild sensations
A thousand and one positions
Full of eastern delights
Hot Arabian nights.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.

Mix It With You

The first time I saw you I knew
Out of a billion girls only you will do
I throw my heart at your feet
Without you my life is incomplete
You make me go soft all over
But my love is hard to be you lover.

I want to
Mix it with you
I need to
Mix it with you
Me in you
Mix it with you
I love to
Mix it with you.

As from now I only live for the future
Your sweet body is all I want to capture
I will give you all you require
I will satisfy your every desire
It was lust at first sight
It will be love at first bite.

I want to
Mix it with you
I need to
Mix it with you
Me in you
Mix it with you
I love to
Mix it with you.

The smooth words flowed from my mouth honey sweet
They flowed through your ears and fired your love heat
As you removed your dress up above your thighs
I saw my whole future flash before my eyes
You leaned forward as you rode on top of me
Your hair cascaded round my face like a willow tree.

I want to
Mix it with you
I need to
Mix it with you
Me in you
Mix it with you
I love to
Mix it with you.

(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.

Rosemeen (Rose of Kashmir)

Rosemeen, why are you in England?
What are you doing here?
This is not your soil or your land
Your roots are in Kashmir;
Your skin reminds me of those snow-capped mountains
Your voice reminds me of those singing silver streams
Your eyes remind me of those deep valleys and misty plains
Your lips remind me that your kisses are more than just dreams.

Rosemeen, you are without a peer
Your beauty is beyond compare
The sun smiles when you appear
Songbirds wing through the air
Flowers bloom when you are near
Rosemeen, rose of Kashmir.

Imagine a body that makes every organ thirst
Imagine angels singing a melody so divine
Imagine a face that makes your heart burst
Imagine a rose that’s been watered with wine;
If I could bottle your perfume
I would be a millionaire overnight
If I could plant you in my room
I would love you day and night.

Rosemeen, you are without a peer
Your beauty is beyond compare
The sun smiles when you appear
Songbirds wing through the air
Flowers bloom when you are near
Rosemeen, rose of Kashmir.

There’s not a pear in the world
That has curves like your hips
There’s not a rose in the world
That’s as red as your lips;
There’s a ‘heaven on Earth’ just for you
Go back to Kashmir before you get hurt
I will be waiting there to pick you
And wear you next to my heart.

Rosemeen, you are without a peer
Your beauty is beyond compare
The sun smiles when you appear
Songbirds wing through the air
Flowers bloom when you are near
Rosemeen, rose of Kashmir.

(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.

Come To Me

When all the birds have flown
When the sun has gone down
When the stars begin to dot the skies
Then I’ll turn on the love-light in your eyes
I’ll plug into you with my power-source
I’ll generate ecstasy with a tender force
Come to me in the darkest hour of the night
And I’ll spark a flame that burns so bright.

The instruments of love
Played with a push and shove
They sound like a heavenly choir
Making love on a live-wire
Move with me to the rhythm of a tabla drum
Move like a sitar-string when it begins to hum
Come to me in the silent hours of the night
And I’ll make music with your body so hot and tight.

Your favourite food is laid out in bed
Both your mouths will be fully fed
I have the recipes that never fail to please
I have the utensils that pump and squeeze
Roast me slow and steady in your oven
Ah, where does your body end and mine begin?
Come to me in the hungry hours of the night
And I’ll serve you a dish of sweet delight.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.

Everybody’s Doing It

Everybody’s doing it
Everybody’s shoving it, loving it
Everybody’s doing it
Everybody’s using it, juicing it
Everybody’s doing it
Everybody’s shaking it, making it
Everybody’s doing it
Everybody’s funking it, bonking it
Everybody’s doing it
Doing it, doing it, doing it.

Let’s set up a rendezvous
A secret tryst between me and you
Shut the door on the rest of the world
Just enough room for a boy and girl
Leave our cares and worries locked outside
I only care when I’m in your inside.

Everybody’s doing it
Everybody’s shoving it, loving it
Everybody’s doing it
Everybody’s using it, juicing it
Everybody’s doing it
Everybody’s shaking it, making it
Everybody’s doing it
Everybody’s funking it, bonking it
Everybody’s doing it
Doing it, doing it, doing it.

Each of us is legally tied to someone
If we had the choice we would be gone
But we never had the choice so we have to stay
That’s how we live – we have to love this way
Clandestine meetings satisfy our hearts desire
Forbidden fruit eaten by a forbidden fire.

Everybody’s doing it
Everybody’s shoving it, loving it
Everybody’s doing it
Everybody’s using it, juicing it
Everybody’s doing it
Everybody’s shaking it, making it
Everybody’s doing it
Everybody’s funking it, bonking it
Everybody’s doing it
Doing it, doing it, doing it.

If anyone sees the two of us together
We’ll be in for a season of stormy weather
Babe, always wear a veil over your heart
Mask your emotion or we’ll be forced apart
Take it off only when we meet
Take everything off and make love so sweet.

Everybody’s doing it
Everybody’s shoving it, loving it
Everybody’s doing it
Everybody’s using it, juicing it
Everybody’s doing it
Everybody’s shaking it, making it
Everybody’s doing it
Everybody’s funking it, bonking it
Everybody’s doing it
Doing it, doing it, doing it.

(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.

When You’re Dancing On Your Back

You can really move slow and sweet
When you’re dancing on your feet
You can roll to the rocking beat
Your hips can turn on the heat;
Doesn’t matter when or where
You’ll be dancing then and there
Come on, babe, come on upstairs
Dancing in bed is beyond compare.

When you’re dancing on your back
I know I’m on the right track
When you’re dancing on your back
Baby, oh, baby, there’s no coming back
When you’re dancing on your back
You can make the lightning crack
When you’re dancing on your back
You give this boy a love-attack.

Dance half the night and have a good time
But don’t forget the last dance is mine …
Put your feet up and relax your mind
I’ll dance in front and between and behind
I’ll make music with your body so divine
I’ll make waves up and down your spine.

When you’re dancing on your back
I know I’m on the right track
When you’re dancing on your back
Baby, oh, baby, there’s no coming back
When you’re dancing on your back
You can make the lightning crack
When you’re dancing on your back
You give this boy a love-attack.

Roll your head as you’re rocking the bed
Boogie your bottom all over the spread
Tango to and fro till you feel glad
Reggae to the music till you go mad
Twist and shout till you break the thread
Swing my thing till we both end up dead!

When you’re dancing on your back
I know I’m on the right track
When you’re dancing on your back
Baby, oh, baby, there’s no coming back
When you’re dancing on your back
You can make the lightning crack
When you’re dancing on your back
You give this boy a love-attack.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.