Queenie


I woke up kinda hard but my day keeps getting better
I slide down to his arms like we're birds of a feather
And when he gives his love I know I shouldn't say the things I say
Cause I won't be here long just something different for today

Been looking all my life for something that could matter
And not just pretty things, an image in the mirror
And when it seems too good I know I'll turn and run the other way
Call me sick or worse, I kinda like to make mistakes

And she goes bam bam bam bam bam bam bam
Her hips go bam bam bam bam bam bam bam
She'll take your heart and she'll twist it for fun
She claims she loves you but she's on the run

I like gems and jewels and dresses that will flatter
And I like rings and silk if they're tied around a dagger
I never claimed to be a woman that would do you good
But try and find a girl that gives you loving like I could




Copyright Lisa Kubista/Ryan Rothwell 2011

Queenie

Your Love Don't Mean A Thing

Your love don't mean a thing…
If you don't feel my magic
If it ain't true
If you don't feel my sweet caress
If you don't want my groove

Your love don't mean a thing…
If you don't got the time for me
If you won't help my dreams
Cause you're so hot and cold you see
Cause you ripped out my seams

Your love don't mean a thing…
When it's all about convenience
When your sweet turns so sour
When it's all about the games you play
Cause you hoard all the power




Copyright Lisa Kubista 2011

Your Love Don't Mean A Thing

Spells

I love a good surprise
With you that's all I find
With each touch you're mine
I'll forget daily grind

I'll give my hips some sway
The way they move I've got no say
Your skin is what I crave
I am yours to save

You are like a spell to me
Your magic is what lets me breathe
Your hold on me is why I'm free
Your love's the only drug I need

Drip down to my soul
I think I've lost control
Forget what I've been told
Your eyes make me unfold






Copyright Lisa Kubista 2011

Spells

Black Gold

Mama, my heart's been broken up in two
We're dying for the profit of a few
Mama, I wish that fairytales were true
But happy endings are the cover ups they use

I'm ashamed 'cause I don't even know who they are
'Cause each page links me with celebrity farce
Oh I got to have shoes and booze and fancy cars
You've done good job distracting all of us so far

While we're bound you act like bandits
Lies you spew are oh so candid
Now we're all addicted to

Black Gold
Black Gold
Black Gold
Black Gold

Just keep on drilling
Keep us on the hamster wheel
Anything less would never make the devil's deal
And we're helpless 
Watching water run so slick
And media bans are just another of your tricks

While we're bound you act like bandits 
Lies you spew are oh so candid
Now we're all addicted to

Black Gold
Black Gold 
Black Gold
Black Gold

If you want world peace, you've got to end the hunger
Instead of trying to fleece, you make the people stronger




Copyright Lisa Kubista 2011

Black Gold

Closed Books

Do you think of me?
Like I think of you?
Would you follow me?
If I asked you to?

And the rain is falling
Falling to the ground
And the words are calling
Calling from my mouth
Calling, calling….but they lost their sound

If I sealed my lips
Would you try to pry?
If a secret slipped
Would you tell or die?

And the rain is falling
Falling to the ground
And the words are calling
Calling from my mouth
Calling, calling…but they lost their sound

I fall into my silence
In such a selfish way
You pull me out with patience
But you've got numbered days




Copyright LIsa Kubista 2011

Closed Books

Pusher

My bones are aching
For a touch full of love
And my heart is breaking
Cause I'm so far from done

My skin keeps crawling
For the fix that I need
Don't stop supplying baby
Don't go to sleep

Ohhh…you're my pusher, baby
Keep coming for more
Ohhh…you're my pusher, baby
You're what loving's for

My pulse is racing
A thump in my chest
I'm anticipating, baby
You make me do it best



Copyright Lisa Kubista 2011

10,000 Hours

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