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| Oh Lord, won't you buy me some
silicone implants. The breasts that you gave me don't shake when I dance. Them doctors make mountains out of hills made for ants. So oh Lord, won't you buy me some silicone implants. Oh Lord, won't you buy me a good looking male. My boyfriend is lazy, and big as a whale. Spends all of my money (when he's not in jail). Oh Lord, won't you buy me a good looking male... |
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SRS FTM BluesLyrics by C. Lynn Carr & Mikhail PokrovsckyCopyright © 1995 C. Lynn Carr & Mikhail Pokrovscky. All rights reserved. (Sung to "Mercedez Benz" by Janis Joplin)
Oh Lord, won't you buy me some masculine pills
Oh Lord, won't you buy me testosterone shots
Oh Lord, won't you buy me a mastectomy
Oh Lord, won't you buy me a hysterectomy
Oh Lord, won't you buy me a phalloplasty
Oh Lord, won't you buy me some masculine pills |
| lyrics: sadie the cleaning lady john franham |
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MIN KARLMin karl han är som din karl!Kommer hem och snabbt en puss på kinden. Om jag målat läppar rött. Inget ord att det är sött. Gammal är jag - snart bärs upp på vinden. Min karl han är som din karl!
Jag vaknar en natt - Var är
maken? Min karl han är som din karl!
Min karl han är som din karl... text: Tommy Rådberg |
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Ulrika Eleonora von Berchner, född år 1739, hade vid tjugo års ålder äktat den nitton år äldre landshövdingen, friherre Per Abraham Örnsköld. Äktenskapet var barnlöst, blev änka 1791 och avled i Nyköping den 6 maj 1809. Hennes sista älskare skall ha varit Peter Schönström. Ur en drottnings dagbok text: Hertiginnan Hedvig Elisabet Charlotta (1759-1818), sedermera drottning (1809-1818) För omväxlings skull vill jag nu beskriva en s. k. pryd dam. Efter att hava skildrat trenne behagsjuka damer [de tre gracerna] synes det mig lämpligt att taga en, som är i något olika stil, och drottningens alla nio statsfruar kunna ju ej vara utav samma skaplynne. Fru Örnsköld måste i sanning räknas till de prydas antal; det är i synnerhet i fruntimmerssällskap, som hon lägger i dagen denna sin egenskap och visar sig sårad av det minsta ord, som ej överenstämmer med den allra strängaste moral; hon döljer då sitt ansikte och rodnar. Hon är ett rätt besynnerligt fruntimmer, mycket kinkig och grälsjuk och ställer gärna till bråk för ingenting, varför hon ej har några personliga vänner. Hon saknar kunskaper, men är ganska begåvad och mycket slipad samt kan konsten att ställa sig in hos folk och avlocka dem hemligheter, varav hon kan draga nytta. Rätt mycket i gunst hos kungen är hon avundsjuk på alla, som han möjligen kan tyckas visa större uppmärksamhet. Tillsammans med herrar är hon emellertid långt ifrån pryd, hon strävar endast efter att locka dem riktigt in i sina nät, och hon har haft fullt upp lika många älskare som någon annan och kanske till och med varit mera ombytlig än de flesta, men nu mera, sedan hon börjat bliva äldre, är det henne icke, så lätt att få tag i någon, som vill göra henne sin kur, isynnerhet som hon är för stolt att överlämna sig till vilken som helst. Hon är därför ganska ofta vid dåligt lynne, och jag har själv sett henne gråta bittra tårar, uteslutande framkallade av den brist på älskare, varför hon är utsatt. Den stackars baron Taube, som är kammarherre hos kungen, är emellertid nödsakad att vara henne trogen, ehuru han i tysthet beklagar sig häröver, men tacksamheten tvingar honom härtill. Han var en fattig gosse utav god familj, för vilkens vackra utseende fru Örnsköld med sitt ömma och välgörande hjärta fattade tycke, hon födde och klädde honom samt förskaffade honom konungens ynnest, vilket gjorde hans lycka, och han är numera en av dem, som kungen sätter mest värde på. Epigram Jeana = grevinnan Lantingshausen, född Stockenström
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| Oh Lord, won’t you give me An election that’s fair I live in Tallahassee I had to vote there They threw out my vote, The Supremes didn’t care. Oh, Lord, won’t you give me An election that’s fair. Oh Lord, won’t you give me The right President I voted for Gore now It was no accident My chad, it was dimpled So out my vote went So oh, Lord, won’t you give me The right President. Oh Lord, why’d you curse us With Jeb and with Kate They fixed the election They just couldn’t wait To put Dubya into A Presidential state. Oh Lord, why’d you curse us With Jeb and with Kate. Oh Lord, won’t you give me An election that’s fair I live in Tallahassee I had to vote there They threw out my vote, the Supremes didn’t care. Oh, Lord, won’t you give me An election that’s fair. |
| Oh lord won't you buy me a
terabyte drive. My friends all have mass store, I must stay alive. Worked hard to get my output, I need an archive Oh lord won't you buy me a terabyte drive. Oh lord won't you buy me a cluster of PC's Beowulf technology is calling out to me. I must make amends cause my friends went MPP, Oh lord won't you buy me a cluster of PC's. Oh lord won't you buy me a DSL line, I'm counting on you lord, please send me a sign. Prove that you love me and make that bandwidth mine, Oh lord won't you buy me a DSL line. |
| Lord won't you buy me a horsey
that bends My friends all ride warmbloods, I must make amends I practice my leg yields each evening 'til ten Lord, won't you buy me a horsey that bends Lord, won't you buy me a horse that won't buck I'm tired of trying to land standing up I spend all my time brushing dirt off my butt Lord won't you buy me a horse that don't buck Lord, won't you buy me a horse that won't bite I count all my fingers and toes every night I feel like a carrot when I'm in his sight Lord won't you buy me a horse that won't bite Lord, won't you buy me a horse that stays clean I brush him, I groom him, I've considered chlorine His colour's too chestnut for a horse with grey genes Lord won't you buy me a horse that stays clean Lord won't you buy me a horse with some guts This spooking and shying is driving me nuts And while you are at it make me less of a klutz Lord, won't you buy me a horse with some guts Lord, won't you give him some hindquarter drive This horse is soooo lazy not sure he's alive We bend and we circle 'til way way past five Lord won't you give him some hindquarter drive Lord won't you give me a mule that gaits well No trotting, no pacing...he four beats like h*** Lop eared and no withered; man it'd be swell Lord if you'd give me a mule that gaits well Lord, won't you give me a mare with a brain One that keeps working when hormones are strained The gelding's in therapy, the stallion is drained, Lord won't you give me a mare with a brain Lord won't you buy me a horse that don't eat No grass or no hay, now that would be neat No rain means no pasture, my wish I'll repeat Lord won't you give me a horse that don't eat Lord, won't you give me a horse with no bills My vet and my farrier are first in my will Work hard all day long just to pay for his pills Oh Lord, won't you give me a horse with no bills Oh Lord-please-make his IQ just 3 The horse I got now thinks he's smarter than me Well, he doesn't just think it, he's right, don't you see Oh Lord-PLEASE-make his IQ just 3 Oh Lord won't you buy me a horse with some spots I'm bored with the bay ones and chestnuts and such Leopards or snow flakes or peacocks with socks Lord won't you buy me a horse with some spots Oh Lord, won't you buy me a horse with good feet? No head bob or hip hitch, no screwed up right lead I could finally ride more than I soak, wrap and knead Lord, my achin' backside would rejoice, INDEED Oh Lord won't you buy me a horse with a saw? One who can measure and manage an awl A horse that can eyeball and set a post straight; drill holes, screw hinges and hang a tube gate Lord, won't you buy me a horse with good tools? These crooked fences make us all look like fools! Lord, won't you buy me a saddle that fits My arse is so tender I can't hardly sit Something soft to my tush and wide for his back Maybe deep seated dressage and in shiny black Ooooh, Lord, won't you buy me a saddle that fits |
| Oh Lord won't you buy me a
server that works? My friends all use Unix, no servers with burps. My servers work half-time, a truckload of quirks, So Lord won't you buy me a server that works? Oh Lord won't you buy me some new admin clowns? The current ones cause me deep ungainly frowns. Prove that you love me and put them all down, Oh Lord won't you buy me some new admin clowns? Oh Lord won't you buy them a beginners' course? I'd like to stop cursing before I am all hoarse. They need to Get It, if need be by force, Oh Lord won't you buy them a beginners' course? Oh Lord won't you buy me a server that works? My friends all use Unix, no servers with burps. My servers work half-time, a truckload of quirks, So Lord won't you by me a server that works? |
| Oh Lord, won't you buy me a PC/AT The high-tech revolution is waiting for me Hacked hard all my Sundays on an Apple IIe Oh Lord, won't you buy me a PC/AT Oh Lord, won't you buy me a color display The Dungeons of Doonquest are no fun in gray Got my new color joystick, I'm ready to play Oh Lord, won't you buy me a color display Oh Lord, won't you buy me a Microsoft Mouse My life ain't complete without one in the house I can live without Windows, I don't mean to grouse Oh Lord, won't you buy me a Microsoft Mouse |
| Oh Lord, won’t you buy me Some Saintly P.J.s I can’t wear this T-shirt At the End of Days I’ll pay any price, but I ain’t got eBay’s Oh Lord, won’t you buy me Some Saintly P.J.s Oh Lord, won’t you buy me Those I’ve left behind I’m sure my precursors Were all sweet and kind I’ve got every name here That Google can find Oh Lord, won’t you buy me Those I’ve left behind Oh Lord, won’t you buy me A place in the Host I don’t need a star, Lord, A big moon at most To jam with yourself and The Kid and the Ghost Oh Lord, won’t you buy me A place in the Host |
| Oh Lord, won't you buy me my own
sacred cow? I'm sure you'd agree I'm enlightened by now. Worked hard all my lifetime with sweat on my brow. Oh Lord, won't you buy me my own sacred cow? Oh Lord, won't you balance my brain energy? Starseed transmissions are trying to reach me. I've tried meditating each day until three. Oh Lord, won't you balance my brain energy? Won't you buy me a ticket to astral project? Surround me in white light, I know you protect. This earth-bound existence is harder than heck. Won't you buy me a ticket to astral project? I've heard of those high-tech akashic CDs. With all of that info, life would be a breeze. Just look at me now, Lord, I'm down on my knees. Won't you buy me a high-tech akashic CD? Won't you buy me my very own miracle course? To rid me of anger, guilt, fear and remorse. And I don't mean to pressure, but I could use a Porsche. Oh Lord, won't you buy me a miracle course? Oh Lord, won't you send me some grace from the sky? I'm tired of this karma, the price is so high. I think I'll be further in debt when I die. Oh Lord, won't you send me some grace from the sky? |
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