Oh Selena, how I think of you,
it makes me so blue.
You were a wonderful star,
to me, you're never far.
Your smile was bright,
it was like a light.
Oh Selena, you had great singing,
it was as pretty as a ring.
You've really touched my life,
what happened is more painful than a knife,
Oh Selena, I can't pick a favorite song,
it would take too long.
Oh Selena, I also get mad a lot,
I feel myself get hot.
What happened was so absurd,
it was the last thing you deserved.
Oh Selena, I often think of you,
and somehow I know you think of me too.
There once lived a young star,
known by people near and far.
She had a great smile,
nothing about her was vile.
This young star had a terrific voice,
for best star, she was a wonderful choice.
The star was as beautiful as a rose,
I don't see why she would have had foes.
But, she came to an untimely end,
it was like losing a friend.
I, like others, will never forget her,
the young star touched us forever.
Her name...Selena.
There is a house up on the hill
Hidden in the trees and ivy
A keepsake for someone long lost
I love to spend my time up there
I walk the garden paths alone
And search for secrets yet untold
And when the moon is full and bright
At night the memories return
To haunt the empty house once more
Behind the books, a silver key
I found one afternoon, surprised
To never have seen it before
A key to a most curious find
A box of wood, carefully hidden
Deep in the shadows of the attic
Inside the box, some letters and a diary
A cage for thoughts and feelings left untold
The pages of a story with sad ending
He'd been the fri
With rainy weather brought teary eyes
Aggravated problems and wailing cries
Thunder roared
So did they
Lightning flashed
Betrayal came to play
Sunlight was no more
We were ruptured to the very core
It disappeared from life
Leaving senseless actions in its place
Warmth left us with an icy chill
Humanity fell from grace
Twisted grey clouds once white
Attracted deception with such fright
No where to run
No where to hide
The clouds blocked the bright blue sky
We couldn't put our differences aside
The rain poured then
We felt heartbreak time and time again
We brought the anger
They brought hate
We brought pain
By then it was
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Just to keep my iced blood burning, on the grindstone of my make,
Your fleeting memory hurls my torment, rebounding sorrows that I shake,
As undying loves connection, hangs by threads about to brake,
I recoil from all the nightmares, in my daily living hell,
Apothecary potions, make my living seem so well,
But they do not provide contentment, of that sweet arousing smell,
This lost unearthly presence, is just a ghost within my shell.
If I linger there beside you, in only shelter from the cold,
My soul can not unbind you, as my bodies ageless old,
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My ass looks like a donkey,
But my donkey is an ass,
Somebody sold me wrongly,
An he was upper class,
So I went back down the market,
To get my money back,
Now I've forgotten were I parked it,
As my head is really slack.
Now someone's nicked me donkey,
But they've really pinched me ass,
They've stole my morning glory,
Now I've got no ass, or, brass.
If I find that conning dealer
I'll throw him in the dung,
Cause he's a conning breeder,
An I'm the one he stung,
As me ass looks like a donkey,
But me donkey is an ass,
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Mr Cannibal please don't eat me, as I don't taste very nice,
This hot waters giving me boils and I'm allergic to the rice,
And all these diced up carrots, are making me feel sick,
But he just adds another pinch of salt, saying, "That will do the trick!,",
Ho!, Mr Cannibal please don't eat me, as I think my bum boil's popped,
But he keeps right on cutting, till all the vegetables are chopped.
Now the temperature starts rising and the broth is smelling sweet,
Come now Mr Cannibal I'm not what your supposed to eat,
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Nobody gives a monkey, if your hot , or cold,
Nobody gives a monkey, if your brave or bold,
Nobody gives a monkey, If you live in a box,
Nobody gives a monkey, for friendly Mr Fox,
Nobody gives a monkey, if your black, or blue,
Nobody gives a monkey, over the likes of you,
Nobody gives a monkey, if you like to eat,
Nobody gives a monkey, if there's no shoes on your feet,
Nobody gives a monkey, if you don't have beautiful face,
Nobody gives a monkey, if you do not win the race,
Nobody gives a monkey, if you do not come from here,
Nobody gives a monkey, if you have to shed a tear.
Nobody gives a monkey, if your always really poor,