RELEASE THE DRAGON

My tail is fierce

and my teeth are green.

I havenít eaten in a Century.

Oh, you tidbit donít start with me.

Teasing, touching, taunting me.

Such a morsel Iíll devour,

donít you know, baby,

I breath fire.

Release the Dragon.

Like a lioness with her catch,

I play with prey before I attack.

Oh, honey, Iíll never get full,

Iíll take you like an animal.

Clutch your inhibitions,

save your neck.

Iíd adore you for

a little snack.

Release the Dragon.

Oh, Iíll drag your rigid body off,

but I wonít let you die.

Caution baby, with that talk

or Iíll possess you all my life.

Donít you start what you canít stop.

Donít awake the beast.

Release the Dragon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Peggy Penny

LITTLE MISSY TWO SHOES

Oh, Little Missy Two Shoes, wants to,

Little Missy Two Shoes,

wants you.

Little Missy Two Shoes,

wants you to,

put on your shoes,

put on your shoes,

put on your shoes.

Right foot first,

left foot next.

Thatís the way

to remember best.

Right foot first.

Left foot next.

Thatís the way

to remember best.

Make a loop,

now make two.

Thatís the way

to tie a shoe.

Loop the loop,

pull it through.

Thatís the way

to tie a shoe.

Oh, Little Missy Two Shoes wants to,

Little Missy Two Shoes,

wants you.

Little Missy Two Shoes,

wants you to,

put on your shoes,

put on your shoes,

put on your shoes.

 

 

 

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Peggy Penny

WHEN YOU GET TO THE STREET

When you get to the street,

you donít move your feet,

until you look to the left

and look to the right.

Stop, look and listen

thatís the best

way

to be safe.

 

 

 

 

IS THAT YOUR FACE?

 

Is that your face?

My, what a face.

What a silly, silly, silly, silly face.

With two eyes

and a nose.

Everybody knows,

you have to have a nose.

Whereís your hair?

Is that your ear?

Whereís your chin?

Well, I think youíve got a tooth a coming in.

Youíve got a big old silly grin.

What a silly, silly, silly, face.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Peggy Penny

MAMAíS WHITE PICKET FENCE

 

It was not so long ago.

I was just a girl with vows.

Let the days concentrate.

A man has come to take my faith.

Come on out,

the world is what it is.

You donít have to give up on

Mamaís White Picket Fence,

Mamaís White Picket Fence.

Try to understand,

try and keep in mind,

August calls,

"itís late at night."

Steaming from a strangerís voice.

"Baby, donít worry, thereís one left in the world."

The story is as written,

in solitaire,

a widowís life,

weeping sore into the night.

"Keep your head clear,

thereís one left in the world."

How he touches her,

a strangerís voice.

Conjures sweet imagining.

Shadows fall in motion

and two lovers melt in need.

To turn his voice to medicine.

Heís a mist of spell like dreams.

"Baby, donít you worry, heís out there, in the world."

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Peggy Penny

TO LOVE TRUST AND BE WISE

 

"You see, itís all superficial.

Thereís just material and soul.

Itís all superficial, so how can you be lost?"

There was an old dream.

Stranded again with no other means.

The past was falling around me, "you have everything you want,

why would you want me?"

He looked at me and smiled,

"Because your mine, now."

He broke down and laughed,

overwhelmed by the joke.

How could it be so?

It was all superficial.

Traveling again as the young girl.

Drumming up friends who say, "your so beautiful."

But what good does that do me?

Itís all in the hands of who holds the pearl.

The wisdom that I found,

vanity can never steal.

We go stumbling into a secret place.

Back into time to remember your face.

Still a restless desire,

freezes time and steals the hour.

Thereís a message I can find,

"to love trust and be wise."

"It all superficial.

Thereís just material and soul.

Itís all superficial, so how can you be lost?"

 

 

 

 

 

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Peggy Penny

LOVING AMBITION

The dream, the voyage.

Leaves in the sky, a signature of honor.

Names that whisper to the listening sky.

What is precious is never to be forgotten.

What have I done to be oneís most ardent desires?

Whether hidden or recognized.

Drenched from a sudden gust of rain and sleet,

when in late August, I could not sleep.

For him, there is nothing good enough

but my love and ambition.

In the place of abstruse theological speculations,

he was interested.

It is impossible to be reckless

and cast aside unanswered questions.

He had, of course

the most trying qualities.

Those few persons who knew where they were going.

And I?

Only my love and ambition.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Peggy Penny

IíM A BABY

Iím a baby.

If I donít get my way.

Iíll be naughty

and I wonít behave.

Iím a baby.

Better give me what I want.

Just hold me and hug me, you just got to love me.

Iím a baby.

I have a temper.

Other girls better stand clear.

I get jealous.

Your mine and I wonít share.

And Iím selfish.

I want you all to myself.

Iím pampered and spoiled, I only want your love.

Iím a baby.

And if you donít believe me,

one thing youíll be sure of.

When it comes to loving you,

Iíll show you that Iím grown up.

Iím a baby.

I donít want no other guy.

Iíll be lonely.

Your mine or else Iíll cry.

Iím a baby.

Better give me what I want.

Just hold me and hug me, you just got to love me.

Iím a baby.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Peggy Penny

THE BEHOLDER

"I wonít take anymore teasing,"

He whispered dryly.

He pulled her to him,

abandoning himself entirely.

His fingers tangled her hair,

then touched her moistened lips.

Bold with his kiss.

His blatant power an intoxicant.

He holds the wonder

fast in his hands.

Herís is the thunder

thatís too wild to tame.

The taste of desire met with his own.

Velvet passion nudged a response,

floating in a gypsiesí dance.

Spellbound.

He holds the wonder

from balcony view.

The strings of a lover,

too strong to pull.

Herís is the hunger,

his is the cure.

Itís mythical.

The beholder.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Peggy Penny

BOUND TO LOVE

Too bitter sweet, to have loved you once then have to leave.

The first flush of womanhood brought her beauty.

She hides her secret well, beneath a dreary child.

Not yet awaken, she runs with the spirits.

Thrown into a nightmare that ends in lovers meeting.

We are bound to love.

A man and woman are as one.

We are bound to love.

Take this life and make it whole.

sheíll never ask you but her smile blushes dusky rose.

Sheíll never ask of you, lover.

The braver soul remains aloof.

Too bittersweet to have loved you once then have to leave.

She hides her secret well, under a solace smile.

Not yet awaken, she runs with the spirits.

Awoken in a dream that ends with lovers meeting.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Peggy Penny

CAN I COOK

Thereís only one way to please a man.

The head the heart are just a crock.

ĎCause in between small talk and love,

honey can I cook.

Youíve got your average spices,

in all the right places.

A sure recipe for success.

Youíve got a little pinch of this and a little pinch of that.

I wouldnít be a woman

if I couldnít burn it.

Thereís only one way to please a man.

Donít give me that talk about friends.

"Cause my affections are hot.

Honey, can I cook.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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DOES OUR LOVE STORY BEGIN AT THE END?

Donít want to hold you.

Donít want a trap.

Iíve been through it again and again.

And Iím sick of the crap.

Does our love story begin at the end?

Does our love story end,

before it ever begins?

How about love for no reason.

Do I have to explain?

What else should a woman want?

From a man.

Whatís a start with no finish?

What is love without lust?

Would I be more a woman

If I hungered for both.

Does our love story begin at the end?

Does our love story end,

before it ever begins?

Does our love story begin at the end?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Peggy Penny

 

FULL BLIND AND TRUSTING

Largely in silence,

they saw their history.

In the fallen afterglow.

Dark is the past

of emotion mending.

They could not start

with this beginning.

There was no way to give freely,

except to let go and be free.

To a place thatís short span.

Floating silently to the ground.

A song, sung out of bells,

made of the finest details.

With great difficulty,

they were brave.

And they gave of themselves,

however brave.

The truth was a relief.

To let go and be free.

There was no other way to be,

except full blind and trusting.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Peggy Penny

GLADLY WAIT FOR HIM

 

Warm sleepy morning wakes the dawn.

I open my eyes and think of him.

Thereís no place Iíve ever seen,

no place Iíve ever been,

thatís better than the dream of him.

I would gladly wait for him.

Until he gently takes my hand.

Until he softly says my name.

Nothing I can say.

Can make him feel this way.

If love is a genuine thing.

I would gladly wait for him.

Until he says he wants me,

until he says he needs me.

Until he says he loves me,

canít live without me.

A thousand times I die,

just to think that I

might lose him.

I know my heart would break.

So, my love, my love

will have to wait.

Until I hear him say,

heís mine and Iím all his.

Loves me like a kid.

I would gladly wait for this.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Peggy Penny

DONíT GIVE ME NO GRIEF

Youíve got a heart of wax

and Iíll melt you down.

Donít try rubbiní me

with your sweet oil.

Iím so darn spicy at my fingertips.

There ainít been a man

I can touch, who lives.

Iíve got my mind made up

All I want is your love.

So, donít give me no grief.

Just give it to me.

Iíve got to live hard and Iíll die for love.

My motto always was

thereís no love lost.

So darn cynic at a tender age.

There ainít been a time

that I was ever afraid.

Iíve got my mind made up

All I want is your love.

So, donít give me no grief.

Just give it to me.

I need to warn you

there is a little thing more.

Donít go telling your friends

that Iím all yours.

Iíve never been touched

Ďcause Iím so out of reach.

There ainít been a man,

I would want to keep.

Iíve got my mind made up.

All I want is your love.

So, donít give me no grief.

Just give it to me and

Donít give me no grief.

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Peggy Penny

THE BRAIN GAME

He doesnít call,

thatís a calculated risk.

He waits for luck

thatís an out of fate twist.

Experience would only prove him too smooth.

Get out your gun, baby,

heís on the move.

The brain game,

do you want to play?

The brain game.

If you can catch me

then you can have me,

your way.

He reads me,

like Iím the enemy list.

He watches me,

like a snake in the grass.

Evidence would be

a virtuous tool.

Get out your gun, baby,

heís after you.

The brain game,

do you want to play?

The brain game.

If you can catch me

then you can have me,

your way.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

 

THE LAST POET

The curtain was drawn

on the day she was born.

The doctors just couldnít believe.

A poet was born,

in another time zone.

The angels would watch carefully.

Well, theyíll cover her grave with flowers.

And say they understood.

The last poet

on the earth.

Her serpent and thorns

were the life of a woman.

The ministry wouldnít believe.

But harmony rung

with each given psalm

of verse, life and beauty.

And they say itís not important

to bring beauty to the world.

The last poet

on the earth.

Oh, for yesterday

When the world was something more.

When forever was, the way it was

and words were powerful.

Well, theyíll carry her to the alter but theyíll never alter her.

The last poet

on the earth.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

SABOTAGE

 

Thereís an undercurrent to the strategy.

Midnight madness of late T.V.,

thereís an adventure in you,

Iím sure of it.

Itís a clinical madness of a serious need.

Minimal saneness, preconceived.

Itís animal.

Diabolical.

When Iíve got you crawling

on all fours.

You may think itís an accident,

think itís coincidence.

But who knew, who knew, who knew, who knew, itís sabotage.

So compelling to call the shots.

An execution of the final plot,

so give the devil his due.

Itís conspiracy of a mental degree.

A persona of sexuality.

Itís serious.

Lascivious.

When Iíve got you strung out

like a puppet.

You may think itís an accident,

think itís coincidence.

But who knew, who knew, who knew, who knew, itís sabotage.

Iíll leave you longing,

to go out stocking.

Iíll leave you wanting,

to go out hunting.

Sabotage.

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

 

NO SORRY WORRIES

 

Soft shivers her frenzy

in a vast and empty sea.

The wildest waves run

and drench uncharted beach.

Thereís no such ship to miss,

and no place Iíd rather be.

Iíd sail the world to your feet,

no sorry worries.

I close my eyes and cry,

just to see you as mine,

as my lover.

When in the world awake,

my love, my love,

they try to break.

Without a word I can convey.

My love will patiently wait.

But how much more can I take?

Oh, I love you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Peggy Penny

BECK AND CALL

 

Oh, he thinks heís different from the rest.

She gives a gasp, he kisses her by mouth.

Oh, he feels her body respond to his.

She yearns, he burns,

he kisses in her ear.

He becomes impatient, donít lose control.

Youíll fall for her and sheíll take your heart and soul.

Heís a man with a past.

He knows heís got to have her

and he knows sheís going to laugh.

Without any warning the tables spin.

Claimed desire from deep within.

Iím just a baby doll.

Heís got me at his beck and call.

I donít fall for love like that.

You canít put me out like garbage and the cat.

Oh, how he takes pleasure from her unrest.

Shows no mercy and takes another kiss.

Feels her body tremble, fall to the floor.

She yearns, he burns, he knows sheís lost control.

She is just his play thing, begging for more.

Well, donít fall for it, sheíll take your heart and soul.

Oh, yeah, Iím just a baby doll.

I want him at my beck and call.

Oh, he knows sheís hungry and wants a slave.

So he doesnít stop Ďcause he know that she canít wait.

Oh, yeah, a baby doll.

Iíll be anything at all.

He wants me at his beck and call.

At his beck and call.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Peggy Penny

BISHOP TO BISHOP

 

The days of old, the story goes

of men who ruled the world.

The Lord was law and it was sin

that kept us to his words.

Oh, history, I know that you repeat.

Politics the monarchy

of the church and state.

Castles found and temples crowned,

a patriarch at stake.

Bishop to Bishop

Knight to Knight.

The servant of the wise.

To use each pawn to gain oneís thrown,

still used in modern times.

To the hold who turn this fold,

history is yours.

Toss and turn

with dreams that burn of candles to the wick.

Of battles won with swords in hand,

the blood of wickedness.

Given all the centuries of war,

destruction and depravity,

you think that man would learn.

It is the Jester who laughs the last at the ignorance of man

and soon will be my turn.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Peggy Penny

LOVE AND PREMONITION

 

A prophet sees what is possible in the ideal state.

A prophet sees peace.

Love is blind.

It is not able to see faults and begins as a childish crush.

Prophecy begins as a dream.

Love begins as a fantasy.

Where there is a seed,

it is possible to achieve growth.

Just as it is possible to develop a childís mind,

it is possible to mold and develop a dream or a fantasy

where a seed has been planted.

A seed grows with the care provided.

Strong, well nurtured,

weak and under developed,

or not at all.

A prophet can foresee peace.

A lover can foresee happiness.

Someone who will not look

does not accept either as possible.

And so,

there is the seed of unknown possibilities.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Peggy Penny

THE THREE WELLS OF LIFE

 

There are three wells of life.

Of Time, of Love and of Money.

They are bottomless.

They nurture us and we go to each to draw what we need.

It may seem with our immediate needs,

that we never have enough time or money.

So, we draw from those two wells first and most often.

But the more money we draw, the more money we need

and the busier we become.

The busier we become

the more time we need.

The more time we draw,

the more money we need to afford more time.

Until soon we are forgotten in the bottomless depth of an endless cycle.

The material things we once thought would bring us happiness,

have only brought temporary happiness.

Our time is spent trying to find happiness.

Finally, we weíve had enough,

we come to realize that we need the well of love most,

for without it, we truly have nothing.

The smart man knows, if we only had drawn from the well of love first,

all the rest would easily flow into an equal balance.

But often, we go to the well of love last.

Then, we find that love is the taste of all the sweetness of life.

There we find the water refreshing and new, the water, sweet and pure.

The well endless.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

LETíS WRITE OUR LOVE STORY

 

Isnít he a wonder

that I read in a novel.

He speaks his mind,

my world goes quiet.

His eyes

are stormy skies.

Rowdy, wondrous and wild.

Letís write our Love Story.

One of Fame and Fortune.

Go down in History.

The Greatest Love Story.

Letís write our Love Story.

Determined for Glory.

Make our own History.

The Greatest Love Story,

in history.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Peggy Penny

OBVIOUS LOVE

Frankly, anyone can see

who has two eyes.

Whatís the probability?

The beat of my heart, the look in your eyes,

both lie.

You can bob, you can dodge,

you can duck, you can shy.

You can run, you can hide.

But, it is obvious love.

And I can love you like no one can.

Iíll make you smile, Iíll make you happy.

Fall in love and let it all sink in.

Iíll give you everything a man needs.

Frankly, anyone can see

and so can I.

Whatís the probability?

The beat of my heart, the look in your eyes,

both lie.

You can bob, you can dodge,

you can duck, you can shy.

You can run, you can hide,

but it is obvious love.

And I can love you, like no one can.

Iíll make you smile, Iíll make you happy.

Fall in love and give you everything.

Iíll give you home and candy.

So say the word and Iím all yours.

These legs, these hips, these lips,

these arms.

Love,

love it is obvious love.

Love,

love it is obvious love.

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

I AM A WOMAN

 

 

I am philosophy.

Oh, Iím dream.

I am a liturgy,

I am something that you need.

I am a cinema.

I am a Barbie doll.

Drag down a cigarette.

Drag down a drug.

Oh, religion is something to believe.

You are a stranger, do you ever think of me?

Oh, religion your some discovery.

Well, I am a woman.

Do you ever think of me?

I am a prophecy.

I am a Queen.

I am astronomy.

I am something to read.

I am a simpleton.

I am a Barbie doll.

Drag down a cigarette.

Drag down a drug.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Peggy Penny

YOU OFFEND ME

 

 

Quite frankly, you offend me.

I said, frankly,

you offend me.

Your an ill mannered booger picker,

social life disease catcher.

Rude, lude, you smell like bletch.

But letís not discuss your breath.

I said, frankly,

you offend me.

Disgusting, repugnant,

a face like a rodent.

Putrid, barf suey,

you look like a loogy.

Hey, you donít like it?

Well, sue me.

I said frankly, you offend me.

I said, frankly,

you offend me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Peggy Penny

UNKNOWN

 

 

He buys me a soft drink,

so I tell him my age.

So many men loose in L.A.

The women all are fakes.

But still he spies me out

and asks my name.

"Why is a beautiful woman alone,

wandering through this crowd?

I can tell you hide your crown.

Your clothes are old, your face is plain,

but still you hold a thrown."

"I have no titles," I explain.

"I am unknown."

"How is it you manage, then?

That in this mob, your face is bold.

Underneath your peasantís garb,

I see the grace of who you are.

You are mistaken in your answer.

It is only a matter of time."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Peggy Penny

SADDEN

 

 

Sadden, your a man of the gun.

Airplane buddy, with a backward tongue.

Luckily,

we met when we were young.

Sadden, your a man of the world.

Carefree lover to a backstage girl.

Happen,

to steal her from a fool.

Oh, Sadden.

Took the red eye.

Sadden.

Looked through my eyes.

"Your pain and your hunger are taking your heart,

donít take it, donít take it so hard.

If itís freedom, thatís on your mind,

just between you and I,

your free as you are,

and just as free as you want to be."

Oh, Sadden.

How could I be so blind?

Love didnít take any time.

There was time enough to know each other well.

When the sky wonít snow

and the clouds wonít cry.

Sadden, Iíll remember your eyes.

Love didnít take any time.

No, love didnít take any time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Peggy Penny

 

BLOW TORCH AND DYNAMITE

Five hours South of ĎFrisco,

headiní to San Jose.

Iím tired of playing biscuit

with a live grenade.

Weíre like a blow torch

and a keg of dynamite.

Iíd gravel and Iíd beg.

Iíd go straight to final jeopardy,

plum forget to be a lady.

Iím tired of waiting patiently,

hey, honey, ainít love obscure?

Your like a loaded keg of dynamite,

I canít keep both feet on the floor.

If it werenít for the bad love,

Iíd have no love at all.

If you donít forgive me,

your going to need a steel crow bar.

Iím like a blow torch and your dynamite,

thatís just the way that weíve been matched.

Iím like a blow torch and your dynamite,

look out! Weíre gunna have a blast.

Cross over into Pismo,

information San Jose.

Iíve got your number memorized

and Iím calling you today.

Iím like a blow torch and your dynamite,

thatís just the way that weíve been matched.

Iím like a blow torch and your dynamite,

look out! Weíre gunna have a blast.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Peggy Penny

OKAY DOKEE

 

 

Love, it hit me hard just like a brick.

I saw the stars and I lost my head.

Your look, caught me off guard.

Your touch set off an alarm.

I had to give up and let you win.

Well, ollie, ollie, oxen, free, free, free.

The coast is all clear.

Okay Dokee, you can love me.

Love, it has a way just like a clock.

If the timing is right, you click and talk.

Your love struck me like Big Ben

and you wound me up a coo-cooing.

I had to give up and do some waiting.

Well, ollie, ollie, oxen, free, free, free.

The coast is all clear.

Okay Dokee, you can love me.

I couldnít fight your charm, it was too hard.

Your love caught me off guard,

you came and took my heart.

Love, it has itís time and it has itís place.

Iíd say yours or mine would be okay.

Your love struck me and then,

I wound up a panting.

I had to give up and do come waiting.

Well, ollie, ollie, oxen, free, free, free.

The coast is all clear.

Okay Dokee, you can love me.

 

 

 

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Peggy Penny

BRANDONíS GOLD

 

 

Well, you

should try and see it from my view.

Only in make believe,

thereís always

a happy ending.

Why donít you

try and see it from my view.

Only in a movie,

itís all right to pretend

thatís all love is.

Iím looking for something real.

Solid and pure,

knowing before

we give our hearts,

and call it home.

Iím looking for something real.

Solid and pure,

knowing before

we give our hearts,

and call it home.

Well, you

should try and see it from my view.

Only in make believe,

thereís always

a happy ending.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

MI MI AMORE

 

 

Mi mi amore me llama corazon.

Mi mi amore me llama corazon.

He looked at me

with his eyes of coal.

He spoke to me

in a foreign tongue.

He said to me,

"como esta?"

Mi mi amore me llama corazon.

He said he was Colombian,

come from the land of coffee beans.

He said he was in love with me.

mi mi amore me llama corazon.

Mi mi amore me llama corazon.

He looked at me

I melted in his hands.

He took my heart

to his foreign land.

He said to me,

"te quiero mi amore.

Mi mi amore me llama corazon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

DRIVE ME FAST

 

 

I want it bad.

So, drive me fast.

Keep your foot on the floor,

keep your eyes on the road

and drive

me home.

I mean it.

I need it.

Drive me

top speed.

Try and

catch me.

I want it bad.

So, drive me fast.

Keep your cool on the road,

keep your feet on the floor,

and drive

me home.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

I WANT TO BE YOURS

 

 

She hides in the shadows,

she cries in your arms.

She offers you nothing

but the moon and the stars.

Sheís hopeless and romantic,

so she just doesnít see.

The bit of herself

that sheís given to me.

And she says, so simply,

"All I want to be is yours,

all I want to be is yours."

When the gray of the clouds

changes the air.

She pulls out a new dress

and changes her hair.

With a faint little smile

and a hint in her eyes.

Sheís different I know,

but Iíve never known why.

And she says, so simply,

"All I want to be is yours,

all I want to be is yours."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

GIVE ME REASON TO LIVE

 

 

I cry and I whine,

I pace and I pine

over you.

You know I do.

What can I say

to get the time of day,

Out of you.

What do I have to do?

Give me, give me, give me, give me, give me

something that I can miss.

But you didnít, you didnít, you didnít.

Give me, give me, give me, give me, give me

a little something to respect.

But you didnít.

No, you donít even,

give me reason

to live.

So, Iím leaving you.

"Well, I know Baby,

sheíll break your heart without looking back.

Walk out and laugh and youíll be sorry fast,

be nothing to her but the past.

Hey, sheís a catch.

And I donít like no one messing with my little honey stack.

Got it, man?"

"Hey, Mister. Whatís this I hear?

You been insultiní Baby,

not given her your ear.

I better never hear of this again,

or your a dead man.

"Cause sheís a friend.

And I donít like nobody messiní with my little puddiní.

Sheís like kin."

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

COOL ROCK AND JAM

 

 

Iím stuck in the middle

of a cool rock and jam.

Thereís nothing moving

but the beat of my hand.

Stuck in the middle

of a cool rock and jam.

Iím in the middle,

like a sacrificial lamb.

Stuck in the middle

of a cool rock and jam.

Iím in a pickle

and I need to get out fast.

Iím stuck

in the middle.

Stuck in the middle

of a cool kinda jam.

Iím in the middle

and I need a place to land.

Iím stuck in the middle

and I need a place to crash.

Iím stuck

in the middle.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

THE FIRST ARMS TO HOLD YOU

 

 

There is nothing new under the sun.

You canít predict anything anymore.

But the sinking feeling hasnít left

this empty heart.

Aching for something to fill the void.

Being shoved, molded into this toy.

The Etiologists have yet another plan,

always thinking of something better than.

I put up a red flag warning.

Donít believe in promises or hoping.

Donít fall to the first arms to hold you.

Comes back to you in ten fold.

Youíll cry your eyes out someday,

but then will be too late.

Donít fall to the first arms to hold you.

Comes back just like I told you.

Youíll cry your eyes out someday,

and wish that you had stayed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

NO CLOSURE

 

 

No closure

and so, she questioned everything.

It was murderous before, but nowÖ

Others were forcing her

to relinquish her own body.

Perfectly idiotic, of course,

but somehow the threat was there.

She fixed her gaze, cold and upturned.

Remote as a passionless abyss.

Her firm grasp encountered

the cold metal of resistance

and formed a fist.

The past, looking back.

Laughing, teasing with an affectionate glance.

There was no such thing as circumstance.

Time was dimensional,

it only existed now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

LUCKY WAS SHE

His splendor of a kind

of goodness from above.

Lucky was she

that could win his love.

So, I turned a golden head

in a demure style.

And gave in to a puzzled smile, amused.

I must admit, I am confused.

Only love waits, sleepless and unused.

Nevertheless, and despite this philosophy,

I waited.

This new blow was a profusely disturbing catastrophe.

A mist many less altruistic traits,

was the desire to write as the saints.

His beauty of a kind

of virtue from above.

Lucky was she

that could win his love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

CUPBOARD STORM

This would prove to be

another cupboard storm.

It was not known that

a chill wind rushed

through an open door.

Anger waned into

a blind faraway look.

No facts, just words,

rushing as a torrid book.

 

 

 

 

 

WHY CUPID WHY

Why cupid, why?

Pierce me with your arrow.

Where does your secret lie

in tears that fall unseen and

words of love that cry.

Why cupid, why?

Is the world so short of poesie

that you bridge me

heaven to earth

for your enjoyment.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

YOU CANíT HOLD HER DOWN

 

 

In the midnight foyer,

adventures all around.

He took her to his bedroom

and they made love on the ground.

All the candles lit a ring

of shadows hovering.

She threw back her head, laughing..

Boy, your into this one over your head.

No, you canít hold her down.

No, you canít hold her down.

In a persuasive voice,

painted on the town.

He took her to his hang out,

she let her hair hang down.

Oh, he thanked his lucky stars,

elevated in her arms.

Boy, your into this one deep,

donít you know she wonít come clean.

No, you canít hold her down.

No, you canít hold her down.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny