Friday, August 20, 2004

WARNING: EXPLICIT SEXUAL LYRICS XXX

Was going to post some lyrics in retaliation to a certain blogger... so I will do that first. To the blogger who made intense passion surge through my loins today, beatdown with this W.A.S.P. song: 9.5 - N.A.S.T.Y. One woman down my street is, too hot for the average man Hard to handle, a fire in her eye Wants the hot rocks right in her hand I know she's burning, hot with love A come-on look and she ain't fooling And she knows just what it does She gave me a number to make me feel fine Said call me up baby It's gonna be 9.5. - N.A.S.T.Y. You're everything I need Cause I want what you're giving I'm yours to do with what you please (Chorus) N.A.S.T.Y., you're everything I need Cause I want what you're giving I'm yours to do with what you please Ooh - no mama's baby, this child She's a killer wrapped in high heel shoes Touch the skin it burns like fire 'Cause I don't even care if I'm being used She threw me down and then she tore off my jeans She said, come on baby, I mean business I'm gonna show you what liberated means Do it to me babyI'm losing my mind Said call me up baby, its gonna be 9.5. - N.A.S.T.Y. (Chorus X 2) Some bad habits, are hard to break Feel like an earthquake comin' I got to shake, shake, shake (Chorus X 2) and this W.A.S.P. song: Wild Child I ride, I ride the winds that bring the rain A creature of love and I can't be tamed I want you, cause I'm gonna take your love from him And I'll touch your face and hot burning skin No, he'll never ever touch you like I do So look in my eyes and burn alive the truth (Chorus X 2) I'm a wild child, you can love me I want you My heart's in exile I need you to touch me 'Cause I want what you do I want you Tell me, tell me the lies you're telling him when you Run away 'cause I wanna know Cause I, I'm sure it's killing him to find That you run to me when he lets you go 'Cause I'm burning, burning, burning up with fire So - come turn me on and turn the flames up higher (Chorus X 2) A naked heat machine, I want your love When the moons arise we'll feel just what it does (Chorus X 2) and this W.A.S.P. song: Shoot From the Hip Oh, look out, here comes trouble! All my life I've taken what I want Give an inch, take a mile Always on the hunt Ooh- sex, money, fast cars, never get my fill I ride hard and die free Paying for my thrills Firewater moonshine going to my head Me and my pistol's loaded Go out and knock 'em dead (Chorus) I'm gonna shoot it, bang boom Shoot it from the hip Got it loaded bang, pull the trigger boom I don't never miss I'm gonna shoot it, bang boom Shoot it from the hip Got it loaded bang, pull the trigger boom Cock it and let 'er rip Hot sweaty steel, a woman's fingers on my gun Pull it hard, touch the trigger, squeeze it when I'm done Ooh- come woman, touch me, put it in your hand Take a hold, heart and soul Honey I'm your man Cock the hammer slowly, and aim it at your love Put my barrel in your holster Like a velvet glove (Chorus) Hot and sticky, here it comes Emotion you can't tame Kinda tricky watch it run Smoking like a flame, flame, flame, flame Hot and sticky, here it comes I got the bullets, load it up Slide it into place My emotions Coming down all across your face (Chorus) And this W.A.S.P. song: Harder, Faster I don't care if you track me down Like an animal that's on the run Tie me down spread-eagle Leave me dyin' in the sun Cause I scream bloody murder When you writhe and when you squeeze You smell my blood and you come runnin' Taste me if you please (Bridge) Lick it hard, lap it up, do it now baby, touch it, touch it Lick your lips, the pleasure calls Shuck me, suck me, eat me raw (Chorus X 2) Oooh, Harder faster Yeah, that's what I need cause Now that's what I'm after Come do that wicked deed aha I can hear those cries of love A wolf howls at the moon A heart attack, a sex maniac With rock salt in my wounds Cause I can feel my pulsing vein Make it last, last all night longI taste the bliss I wet the lips And I don't care if it's wrong (Bridge/Chorus X 2) Slippin' slidin' strokin' the devil's hand of sin Screamin wild and smokin' the ecstacy begins Listen to your woman here She say she don't want none of this slow down crap You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? (Chorus) All lyrics taken from: W.A.S.P. - Live in the Raw The moral of this post is -- do not wake the slumbering beast within me that I try so hard to make behave. I have claws, which know how to scratch and a mouth, which I definitely know how to use... if you're followin' me... As much as I try to be warm and fuzzy, there exists within me a carnal, vicious beast which has a thirst for flesh and blood. When teased and enticed she feels no remorse nor regret for her actions and when its over, hopes you are not dead, seriously wounded or choose to follow her around for the next five years. Oh, and good news for anyone who has made it this far... looks like I'll be flying to Boston, YIPPEE!!! the 3rd weekend of October or the 1st weekend of November. Go Nanny! Go Nanny! Go Nanny!
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    5 Comments:

    Blogger Zelda said...

    Sounds like fun. Boston is great. Who stirred your loins? Very tired. Will look for answer in morning (or late afternoon).

    8/21/2004 01:58:00 AM  
    Blogger Inanna said...

    Poor Zelda - thats what I said when I saw what time you commented... then you said how tired you were.. love your heart. It was that Dastard from Boston. I feel kinda silly... I mean, one little sentence turned me on for a whole day. (Silly blonde chick)

    8/21/2004 09:33:00 AM  
    Blogger Avuncular 1 said...

    Now I'm the one who is turned on.

    8/22/2004 11:33:00 PM  
    Blogger Avuncular 1 said...

    I am blushin' a little bit too.

    8/22/2004 11:35:00 PM  
    Blogger Inanna said...

    I love it when you blush Dastard... XOXO

    8/23/2004 06:25:00 PM  

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