destinee

love sweet sour sad hurts happy big broken full empty twinkle

super jerkin

Gone back up off of me Let me work let me jerk give me 50 feet (4x's)

Keke: You heard from other jerkers now hear from the best 'cause when it comes to jerkin it's my house they just a guest. I could teach you how it's done if you can learn Settin' fire to floor like Ush let it burn Cocky aint my style but I can't help myself I start to jerk and catch a swag and outdo myself I'm here to dance, let it loose, go to work Sweetie you can take it home if you didn't come in here to jerk

Pre Chorus: Bounce like that bass in ya speaker, boom like that knock in ya trunk Turn on my supergirl swag and go bum bum bitty dum dum, come and get some

Chorus: I'm super jerkin, super jerkin, super jerk on the floor I'm super jerkin, super jerkin, super jerk watch me go I'm super jerkin, super jerkin, super jerk gettin' low I'm super jerkin, super jerkin, super jerk watch me go

Keke: My style is crazy got you staring on cue Couldn't catch what I was doing if you watched on youtube Try to name it, you can call it what you want But it when comes to biting styles I suggest you really don't Rare Breeds throw it up where you at On the dance floor pushing all the others to the back Fellas coming spittin' game that don't work I only wanna hear the DJ drop a beat so I can jerk

Pre Chorus!

Chorus!

Bum bitty dum dum, come and get some I'm super jerkin, super (4x's)

Pre Chorus

Chorus

Bum bitty dum dum, come and get some I'm super jerkin, super (4x's)

Gone back up off of me Let me work let me jerk give me 50 feet (4x's)

love sweet sour sad hurts happy big broken full empty twinkle

lanturne 1.fall 2.is cold 3.and ugly 4.leaves fall down hard 1.fall



tanka 5.winter is so cold 7.i wear jackets when it comes 5.i also wear gloves 7.i wear a jacket with sleeves 7.and gloves that look like mittens

haiku 5.a duck can quack loud 7.ducks can wadle all day long 5.and swim all day long

CRISTMAS TREE there once was a pretty christmas tree that stood very tall with glee it had lites that lite up the night it was a sight you would have to see

THANKSGIVING the man who stands above the bird,his knife sharp as a turkish scimitar,first removes a thigh and leg,half the support on which the turkey used to stand.this leg and thigh he sets on an extra plate all his weight now on one leg he lunges for the wing,the wing on the same side of the of the bird from which he has just removed the leg and thigh. he frees the wing enogh to expose the breast,the wing not served but collapsed down to the platter.one hand holding the fork,piercing the turkey anywere,he now begins to slice the breast, afflicted by smalll plains in his chest, a kind of heartburn for which there is no cure.he servesthe hostess breast,her own breast risking and failing and so on till all the guest are served,the turkey now a wreck,the carver excahausted,a mere carcass of his formal self.everyone says thanks to the turkey carver and begins to eat,thankfull for the cold turkey and the republic for which it stands.

Not bad,Dad,Not bad

I think you are most yourself when you're swimming; slicing the water with each stroke the funny way you breath,your moth cocked as though though you're yawning

you're neither fantastic nor misreble at getting from here to there. you wouldn't win any medals,Dad, but you wouldn't drown.

I think how different everything might have been had I judged your loving like I judge your sidestroke, your butterfly your Australian crawl.

But I always thought I was drowning in that icy ocean between us, I always thought your were moving too slowly to save me, when you were moving as fast as you can.