shoot

you like to text 

and you are a hoot 

you own a Harley

and like to shoot 

you like country music 

play the guitar too 

we can ride the Harley 

when we go to shoot

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glock

I go to the range
and load my glock
the day I had
still in shock
I load up the clip
with hollow points
gonna use them all
before I leave this joint
there's nothing better
than shooting at the range

it feels so good
in the palm of my hand
squeezing off a round
this feels grand
the hit dead center
right through the heart
I never miss
this, my true art
there's nothing better
than shooting at the range

pretend I'm Fiona
the Burn Notice gal
I think you could be
my sidekick, pal
do you think you can handle
a chick with a gun?
you can load my clip
while I'm having fun
there's nothing better
than shooting at the range

maybe if you're good
I'll give you a bout
to relieve your stress and
get rid of those doubts

no doubt about

the way it feels

see the target

get the chills
there's nothing better
than shooting with you


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PHD

got a PHD

from the university of hard knocks 

the sheep skin framed 

hanging on my wall 

reminding me of my ineptitudes  

graduating with honors 

top of my class 

no one could touch me 

studied hard for that 

as I move the tassel from the left to right 

shaking hands with those that taught me 

on graduation night

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what's up with that

sent you a perfumed letter
came back return to sender
I'm de-fizzed like a soda gone flat
baby, what's up with that?

sent you a heart on Facebook

trying to find a new hook
ignored and turned down splat
baby, what's up with that?

sent you a smiley face
instant message, went right away
ignored like a pesky gnat
baby, what's up with that?

gonna send you one more text
don't know what I'll do next
I think you lack a welcome mat
baby, what's up with that?

all this leaves me deflated
like a movie that's over rated
like Casey, I struck out a bat
baby, what's up with that

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honey do

my "honey-do" list is growing
a lot to be done I know
some trim needs to painted
the weeds are out of control

my palm tree needs a trimming
the pool is giving me fits
this paper isn't long enough
and I don't have a honey to do it

the garage light is not working

I think it has burned out

the bathroom toilet is running
my shower could use some grout
what is a lonely girl to do
with all of these needs adrift

I guess I'll have to hire someone
cause I don't have a honey to do it

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girl scout

a Persian princess,

a nurse and me 

memories buried in history 

in Southwest skies 

we float like clouds 

and we get beat up 

by a girl scout

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fun

I'm overdue for excitement 

need to get out of Dodge 

and have a little fun I think 

a vacation in a nice lodge

a little lovin wouldn't hurt anything 

nine to five is making me frown 

I keep taking what they're given 

and they keep weighing me down 

I need a trip to clear me head

to sleep late would be nice

yeah, bring on some excitement

I don't care what the price

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if I

got paid commissions 

for the times you made me blue 

I could quit my job 

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phone

I don't carry it in my pocket 

don't sleep with it by my bed 

it doesn't flash and it doesn't ring 

I think the battery's dead

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verb

love is a verb

a word to be heard 

don't be inert 

cause that will hurt

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kissed a lot of frogs

waiting for my prince 

you fell from heaven above

frogs a waste of time

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nitty-gritty

when you filter out the craziness 

of people we have met 

matches not made in Heaven 

you can scoop them up with a net 

some were a waste of time 

there are those we will always regret 

when you get down to the nitty-gritty

I think we're the saneness ones yet

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goner

I just can't trust this feeling 

that I get when we're alone 

one look from those green eyes

I'm a goner don't you know 

you're turning away from me 

ignoring this chemistry 

this thing that we each know 

is a lot stronger than us both

I can't trust one little hug 

not even one chaste kiss 

don't get to close to me darlin'

I can't trust myself like this 

so baby, send me a message 

or you can call me on the phone 

but keep your distance sweetheart 

we can't be trusted alone

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parking

let's go parking in the desert
you know that you want to
open up the moon-roof
and neck like a couple of fools

a million stars overhead
a full moon lights the sky
it's just a little cramped
that's why these seats slide

let's pretend that we are teens
I leave a mark on your neck
you'll need to wear high collars
oh but what the heck

let's pop in a cd
and listen to some tunes
while you are kissing on me
I'll be kissing on you

we'll have to keep one eye open
to watch out for cop cars
they shouldn't be looking for parkers
but rousting drunks in bars

ouch, my leg is hurting
it hit the steering wheel
your back is almost breaking
but honey, you make me squeal

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fifty ways

Paul says there are fifty ways
but he only writes about six
where are the other forty-four
I may need them quick

fifty ways to leave a lover
was written in seventy-five
how about phone or text break-ups
they're easier to contrive

there just isn't a good way
to leave or to be left
one heart wants to be set free
the other jump off of a cliff

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rush

I need the rush it always brings
expanding vessels to my brain
the aroma and my favorite taste
caffeine, do your stuff

pump your magic to my heart
flood my head with a thousand thoughts
invigorate and energize me
caffeine, do your stuff

shake this languor from last night
rid those dreams with this daylight
a full day is ahead of me
coffee, always what I need

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purrrrrr

take me for a test drive
look there under my hood
tinker with my engine
I still run pretty good

look at my cute chassis
investigate my dash
I can get you anywhere
and do it pretty fast

investigate me deeper
don't do it just for fun
I may have a couple of dings
but I still purr when I run

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let's love

like a bull out of the shoot
it bucks you around
shakes you up
spins your world round
you may never get your feet
back on the ground
but yeehaw baby, let's love

as you are holding on
for all you are worth
and there's your heart
trampled in the dirt
grab on to me, hold on tight
get back on, again to ride
yeehaw baby, let's love

keep on trying
to make the odds even
keep on fighting
keep on believing
get back on
keep on tweakin it
yeehaw baby, let's love

switching to diet

around and around and around it spins
hitting the bottom not bottoming out
just when I think it's done for good
up to the top it all bubbles again

the effervescence with all of the fizz
I thought was flat, without the cap
I guess it doesn't work out that way
it tickles my nose when it's going in

the taste, so sweet as I drink it down
I feel the burn like Coke in my throat
I'm switching to Zero, that's all there is
it still tastes good without any pounds

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yuk

wheezing, sneezing allergies
about to get the best of me
puffy eyes and they tear
I think I need some benadryl
cause the freeze didn't cure my ills

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