Hey Foxymophandlemama, Thats Me by Pearl Jam

don't you want people to love you?
my spanking, that's the only thing i want so much...
spanking, that's the only thing i want so much...
that's the only thing i want so much...
don't you want people to love you?
my spanking, that's the only thing i want so much...
that's the only thing i want so much...
why is that better than being hugged?
why is that better than being hugged?
because you get closer to the person...
closer to the person...
why is that better than being hugged?
because you get closer to the person...
closer to the person...
just like a person having sex feels cared for...
we wanna be loved, so we have sex together...
and they feel loved about that...
and this is the way it makes me feel...loved...
i want it, i dream about it, i think about it, i want it...
just like a girl wants sex with a boy, you know?
it's the way i'll always be probably...
my last one was born in the system...
see, they're stupid, very stupid, those people over there...
they're stupid...
these people are so below mentality, honest to god, really...
you know what i mean, he got the nerve to bug me...
you know what i mean, he got the nerve to bug me...
this mentality, honest to god, really...
you know what i mean, he got the nerve to bug me...
honest to god, really...
you know what i mean, he got the nerve to bug me...
bug me...bug me...he got the nerve to bug me...
everything seems so eight ball...
everything seems so eight ball...
and i, i don't know if that's my imagination, but, umm...
hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...
and i don't know if that's my imagination, but, umm...
hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...
hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...
think they got me...
hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...hmm...
hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...
...know if that's my imagination, but, umm...
hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...
she prides herself on her cleaning habits...
she prides herself on her cleaning habits...
hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...
she prides herself on her cleaning habits...
she prides herself on her cleaning habits...
it's a lovely stupid mop, it is...
there's something really screwey about no streaking...
is it any old dumb mop? it streaks...
come on mop, no streaking mop...
i don't mind mop the floor, my mop streaks, i don't like it...
it's not me, it's the mop...
come, i bought some new mops...
go away you stupid, dumb old sponge mop...
i don't believe it...now the floor looks beautiful...
i don't believe it...now the floor looks beautiful...
i don't believe it...old sponge mop...
dumb old sponge mop...
dumb old sponge mop...
old sponge mop...
dumb old sponge mop...
you're right, this mop's stupid...
dumb old sponge mop...
i don't believe it...now the floor looks beautiful...
that's why they call me mophandlemama...
now the floor looks beautiful...
that's why they call me mophandlemama...
that's why they call me mophandlemama...
that's why they call me mophandlemama...
in two weeks, before she could see herself not dressed...
the twenty-third of may...you know she disturbed no one today...
the manager told her to completely forget...
if you ever go to bed, i'll kill you...
do i tell the whole world that i'm mentally ill?
go to the papers...yeah, why not?
drum roll...
i want to show them that i can walk on my own without hands of theirs...
and, i can still fantasize, but i keep it to myself...
keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
i think i deserve to be loved, don't you?
very much so...
think i deserve to be loved...
keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
i think i deserve to be loved, don't you?
...to be loved, don't you?
but i keep it to myself...
keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
i think i deserve to be loved, don't you?
and, i can still fantasize, but i keep it to myself...
keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
i think i deserve to be loved, don't you?
very much so...
do you ever think that you would actually, really kill yourself?
well, if i have thought about it real, uhh, real deep...
yes, i believe i would...
i have thought about it real, uhh, real deep...
yes, i believe i would...
and, i can still fantasize, but i keep it to myself...
keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
...that i can walk without hands of theirs...
and, i can still fantasize, but i keep it to myself...
keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
i think i deserve to be loved, don't you?
...that i can walk without hands of theirs...
and, i can still fantasize, but i keep it to myself...
keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
i think i deserve to be loved, don't you?
very much so...
do you ever think that you actually would kill yourself?
well, if i have thought about it real, uhh, real deep...
yes, i believe i would... 

YOWZERS!!! THIS IS WHAT A POEM BY DONALD TRUMP WOULD SOUND LIKE...

Failure by Design by Brand New

Watch you, on the one's and two's.
Through a window in a well lit room.
Become a recluse.
And I blame myself cause I make things hard and your just trying to help.

And when I wake up, your the first to call.
This is one more late night basement song.
And I'm so sore, my voice has gone to hell, and this is one more sleepless
Night,

Because we don't believe in filler baby.
If I could I'd sit this out.

(This is over when I say it's over.)
This is a lesson in procrastination.
I kill myself because I'm so frustrated.
And every single second that I put it off, means another lonely night I got

To race the clock.
(I ignore it and it ignores me too.)
What say we go and crash your car?
And every time I leave you go and lock the door.

So I walk myself picking at a chip on my shoulder, I'm another day late and
One year older.
It's failure by design.

And we just want sleep, but this night is hell.
I'm sick and sunk and I blame myself because I make things hard and your
Just trying to help.
I got no gas,I'm winding out my gears.
This is one more day on the verge of tears.
And now my head hurts and my health is a joke.
And now I got to stop cause the headphones broke.

And we don't believe in filler.
Baby, if I could I'd sit this out.
(This is over, when I say it's over.)
This is a lesson in procrastination.

I kill myself because I'm so frustrated.
And every single second that I put it off, means another lonely night I
Gotta race the clock.
(I ignore it and it ignores me too)

What say we go and crash your car?
And every time I leave you go and lock the door.
And I walk myself picking at a chip on my shoulder.
I'm another day late and one year older, it's failure by design.

I'm out of everything.
No one sleeps until we get this shit out on the shelves.
It's late, I'm faltering.
But this time I got nothing to say besides...
DO DO DO, DO DO DO

IN CELEBRATION OF THE LONGEST STRING OF CONSECUTIVE DAYS OF POSTING IN SONGTIME HISTORY NOW COME SUDDENLY TO AN END BY THE SINGLE PINCH OF A SPHINCTER....

Chronic by Phoebe Ryan

Best believe you couldn't cure me if you tried

Sweet relief cause I like doing what I like

Constantly I suffer from their sorry lives

It's killing me cause I know you love me right

You know what to say

You know what do

You know how to play

You know, you know

Oh so wonderful

Kisses tasting like chronic

Give me some cause I want it

Like all the time

And oh, it hits me good

Yeah, it's keeping me breathing

Chasing after the feeling

Like all the time

Your chronic, I got it

On my mind

Your chronic, I want it

Like all the time

What's the deal? You only treat me like a queen

It's so serial, I've always been a little mean

I can feel my heart bursting out the seams

It's my greatest fear, loving anyone, anything

You know what to say

You know what do

You know how to play

You know, you know

Oh so wonderful

Kisses tasting like chronic

Give me some cause I want it

Like all the time

And oh, it hits me good

Yeah, it's keeping me breathing

Chasing after the feeling

Like all the time

Your chronic, I got it

On my mind

Your chronic, I want it

Like all the time

Your kisses taste like chronic

It's got me low key heart sick

I'm trying to be modest

But you know... I want it

Oh so wonderful

Kisses tasting like chronic

Give me some cause I want it

Like all the time

And oh, it hits me good

Yeah, it's keeping me breathing

Chasing after the feeling

Like all the time

Your chronic, I got it

On my mind

Your chronic, I want it

Like all the time

Your chronic, I got it

On my mind

Your chronic, I want it

Like all the time

KAY... THIS WAS NOT MY EXPIERIENCE... THE LYRIC SHOULD BE... GIME A HAMBURGER BECAUSE I WANT TO EAT ALL THE TIME... THEN SLEEP... PHOEBE LOOKS LIKE MY INTERN... UNTIL SHE COMES OUT OF THE BATHROOM...

Standing in the Shadows of Love by The Four Tops

Standing in the shadows of love
I'm getting ready or the heart aches to come.

Standing in the shadows of love
I'm getting ready for the heartaches to come.
(Can't you see me) Standing in the shadows of love
I'm getting ready for the heartaches to come.

I want to run but there's no place to go
For heartaches will find me I know.
Without your love, a love I need
It's the beginning of the end of me.

'cause you've taken away all my reasons for living
When you pushed aside all the love I've been giving.
Now wait a minute!
Didn't I always treat you right
Now baby didn't I, didn't I, didn't I?
Didn't I do the best I could
Now didn't I, didn't I?

(Don't you see me) Standing in the shadows of love
Getting ready for the heart aches to come.
(Can't you see me) Standing in the shadows of love
Doing my best to get ready for the heart aches to come.

All alone I'm destined to be
With misery my only company.

It may come today, or it may come tomorrow
But it's for sure I've got nothing but sorrow.
I thought your conscience would kinda bother you
How can you watch me cry after all I've done for you?

Hold on a minute!
I gave you all the love I had
Now didn't I, didn't I, didn't I?
When you needed me I was always there
Now wasn't I, wasn't I?

(Don't you leave me) Standing in the shadows of love
I'm getting ready for the heartaches to come.
I'm trying not to cry out loud
'Cause all this cryin' it ain't, it ainc1

I GUESS IF YOU THINK ABOUT IT IT WOULD BE NICER TO STAND IN THE SUNSHINE OF LOVE...