Savvy Brouhaha

Did I tell you she's such a savvy baby so sweet
such tact infact that the world's at her feet
only diamond around every birthday anniversary
high choice sweet wine dine at 5 star rotisserie
loves to travel day and night sight seeing crazy
all day at the beach reach for a scarf breezy
savvy baby.. she's such a savvy baby
goes to the park walk for a mile or 2 daily
work out until sweaty beauty parlour lady
doesn't get tired fired up to go to a party
always ready to hang out shout for a cabby
savvy baby, she's 1 savvy baby..

Did I tell you she's such a savvy baby so sweet
such tact infact that the world's at her feet
visit movie halls malls for shopping on weekends
cool silk dress impress fabric for looking high end
craving almond toffee coffee day cappachino
never says no to ice cream dream of tropicano
savvy baby.. she's such a savvy baby
likes to try food joints points out new restaurant
cook the speciality variety of spicy blackcurrant
can't put down a book look that's to wind down
calls to bed with a wink blink she's dozing all done
savvy baby, she's 1 savvy baby..

Did I tell you she's such a savvy baby so sweet
such tact infact that the world's at her feet
save me baby.. please, save me 2 baby..

Dream Machine

I have a ride that is a dream machine,
it is a real beaut, look at all the shinin’
when I get it out, it gets you ooglin’
you push the button get it a crankin’
can't stop hearin', the roar of the engin'
you feel the power gets you screamin’

I have a ride that is a dream machine,
it is a real brute, look at all the fumin’
the road lies bare, curves are beconin’
get it on the highway keep on cruisin’
you raise the tempo, get your heart racin’
throttle it up feel vibes of the thumpin’

I have a ride that is a dream machine,
she is a real beaut, look at all the shinin’
she is a real brute, look at all the fumin’
I have a ride that is a dream machine…

I have a ride that is a dream machine,
it is a real blast, look at all the flashin’
things are just a blur, saw it in passin’
ride it up and down anyway fulfillin’
don’t want it to stop, oh what a feelin’
makes you beg for more again an again’

I have a ride that is a dream machine,
it is a real beast, look at all the growlin’
what can a man do, give in to the callin’
don’t hold him hostage ‘cause it's addictin’
gonna loose your mind, push it to the fringe
can’t reign all desires gotta do some livin’

I have a ride that is a dream machine,
she is a real blast, look at all the flashin’
she is a real beast, look at all the growlin’
I have a ride that is a dream machine…

Fantabulastic

It was dejavu at play.. prancing on reality. He was casually flying, no floating in air around a meadow, without a care. It was simple, he just had to flap his hands, no, not it that hurried little birdy way. It was as if he was doing a lazy back stroke while swimming, but pushing down on the air. He could actually feel the thick air in his hands with every gentle push as he lofted higher & higher. He felt light floating on his back facing the sky.

The wind carried him over trees and lakes and it felt as though he had total control. He was not sure exactly how it happened, but all of a sudden, there was some mean looking animal down below with very sharp teeth that was jumping up trying to get a bite out of him. He maneuvered ever so lightly to miss the fangs by an inch and it did not bother him one bit. He had total control. If it seemed that the animal got a little bit closer, he just falpped in a slightly hurried way and away he floated higher, to a safe distance above the ground.

Sometimes, there were people too, trying to chase him down and get him. No problem! He had done it a million times, no sweat, floating around as usual. It only bothered him that ne never really figured out how he got up there. He did not remember how he launched himself nor ever landing back. Was it going to be a soft landing? He never knew. But he always woke up feeling fantabulastic!!

Oxymoronical

Oh what a show..smiling at all like a fool
hiding behind a mask and looking like an owl
thinking nobody will notice, acting full of spice
making it look so nice, faking it with disguise

beneath the glow..stirring up a dreary scream
taking a deep breath and swimming up the stream
pulling down the shutter, shaking off the jitter
cry displayed as laughter, holding it all together

taking on the blow..spruning up a brave fight
working out the flab and plexing up one's might
standing up like a man, sticking to a shrewd plan
proving the point shown, doing the job all alone

going with the flow... floating across down the sky
catching the swift wind and swooping down to fly
focusing always at the goal, easing into a role
caring not what the toll, smiling slyly on a roll