I Like Girls who can Sing

I Like Girls who can Sing

by TigerPaws Jnr 03.01.2012

They run in the same park each night after work, to keep fresh after a day of going beserk                                      He smiles at his friend as he slows down, his friend stops with him and he turns around and says ‘Hey look at that girl there, great set of legs on her, tight and toned, a beautiful girl’ But what do you go for, what tickles your fancy, small little cute girls or bust-heavy Nancy? ‘I Like Girls who can sing’

‘Who’ll sing in the shower for over an hour, when the water’s turned on she gives it more power, than the Rangers give Zordon, or Flash Gordon, because she fights her boredom With beautiful keys, A Capella’s she needs, and when she turns off the light at night She still hums in her dreams…I like a girl who does that sort of thing: I like Girls who can Sing

Now she’s scared of the noise of her genuine voice, she’s embarrassed by challenges but if her choice was music was music on stages or silence on pages and darkness, She fight for her life to save different compartments of music and song, and she’d sing along, while preserving her need to rejoyce in her voice. I like Girls who can Sing.

And when she”s happy, so happy, you can hear it in her tune, come Friday and Saturday when she’ll sing to the moon, she tries on her skirts, prep work for the flirts, her make up is made up heels already hurt but it’s worth it, so worth it.

Her friends all come over, the night has begun…the louder she sings, the better the fun, She turns the beat up, the music’s so loud, looking at her standing there even the mirror is proud…with her friends all around. She knows that more music will make her hair fling That’s why I really like girls who can Sing,

Or when she’s sad or angry or a little depressed, when she can’t fight her tears or bear to get dressed, she puts on her headphones and listens in silence and slowly realises that All her themes are covered, she’s not alone, so many others have felt her same groan and written or sung about it. So many others have heard her same moan, So she sits up and smiles and thinks to herself, although so many others can’t hear it, she still can…. So she sings it, and sings it and sings it and…she becomes sick of the bloody thing…

I like girls who wear that sort of thing…I like girls who can sing.



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