1. CHOCOLATE DIVINE by Christy Jefferson Chocolate Divine, may I digress to the tongue ring who could melt me between his lips? On my way to that something quirky missing. On my way like a raindrop crawling, hush me. With a kiss he wrapped me in his tapestry. There you are like a tingle that tripped and wiggled searching me inside. There you are. Where one breathe of silence lingered endlessly on the gesture of a memory: You so near; you so warm. Coffee night on me, but the gig's top secret 'cuz the converts are livin it up and there's a monk chanting in the back seat of my truck. On our way to that something quirky missing. On our way, Seattle called to rush me. So goes the debate, Klimt rebuttals Huxley. There you are like a tingle that tripped and wiggled searching me inside. There you are where one breathe of silence lingered endlessly on the gesture of a memory: You so near; you so warm. Mr. Hollywood gave Seattle her way on Broadway Blvd.; I cannot bear to leave. With 7 dimes to start my revolution. 7 dimes, but no solution. 2. MEGHAN'S PET BEE by Christy Jefferson Meghan's got a pet bee who's on the trail for sweet sweet honey. Burt is no ordinary bee. He's a talkative guy when I am sleep deprived. With a flower in her hair, she b-lines for the door without a care. Dandelion blush between her toes, she knows what nobody else knows. That I've got my suspicions about your magic rug, but I'm too afraid later might become never so I'm holdin on tight to the threads of my sweater. Tradin in my Chevy for a shiny new sports car. You joke and say I'll be a bubble gum rock star. Rescuing earth worms, sleepin with my guitar. Meghan's got a pet bee. You know it's kinda strange - she doesn't like bees at all. She's got a motorcycle dream. She dreams of flyin. I dream of flyin. Confess a crush with two roses for good luck. One for you and one for me. But the passenger seat is reserved for her little pet bee. I've got my suspicions about your magic rug. But I'm too afraid later might become never so I'm holdin on tight to the threads of my sweater. Tradin in my Chevy for a shiny new sports car. You joke and say I'll be a bubble gum rock star. Pickin-up earthworms, sleepin with my guitar. He caught her eye at the fire house. Left a pedal and letter with his confession on the couch. Please take your place in line. Her little honey bee turned the key and she got out just in time!! 3. JONATHAN WAITING by Christy Jefferson Jonathan I want to tell you something sweet. I know it may seem otherwise, but death is a flower, and where you stand, the rain will wash you clean. Where golden streams of light flow through eternity and love awaits you. They'll be waiting… waiting. Jonathan, I have a secret just for you; I know for certain in my heart there's not a thing as death at all. So when the time comes, you just go on up ahead. I'll be sending up a kiss for you. The angles there will see you through. They'll be waiting… waiting. 4. SO IS LOVE by Christy Jefferson I didn't think I'd feel this way. I'm sure I don't love you anymore. I heard you're quite happy. Didn't think you would be without me. But so is love. There is none quite the same as that first one. When innocence was pure and hearts were nieve. Too young to say forever, we'd just wait and see. I heard she's nothing like me and you rewrite a past so lovely. When daisies for my skin was summer's drug… was crazy. But so is love: First you fall, then you float, then you drift apart. The setting sun lets shadows swallow her light. But I'll never forget those late summer nights: The damp green grass neith our backs and the music sweet. The stars did see how your once hungry eyes sang secretly to me. I miss your mother terribly. You still remind me of Gumbee. Lying beneath the sun in our sand castle dream. So is love. 5. VALENTINES DAY by Christy Jefferson The story starts a year ago this week. My baby called me up 'n' said, "I won't be there for Valentines Day." It wasn't long after that we decided to let it end. So after three years, I opened my eyes again. I didn't know if I wanted to play the games. The months went by and one day the door opened… and in came: Hot Damn! What a man! Skippin my heart with his wham dunk slip bam. Hot this if he don't miss, think I'm gona get a little Gustav Klimt Kiss. Hello there, mind if I stare, cuz you're bakin my bread with that full stick dish pan. Hello there! What a man! Movin my heart with his wham dunk slip bam. So entered bachelor #1. I should have known your kind when you recycled your ex's love songs and gave me kisses second hand. What did I expect to get from a 50-cent man! And it occurred to me, "This clown is not the one." The weeks went bye, and one day a new dance had begun… Hot Damn! What a man! Skippin my heart with his wham dunk slip bam. Hot this if he don't miss, think I'm gona get a little Gustav Klimt Kiss. Hello there, mind if I stare, cuz you're bakin my bread with that full stick dish pan. Hello there! What a man! Movin my heart with his wham dunk slip bam. When I think I've met the man of my dreams - Intelligent, attractive… potential for compatibility - The laws of our esteemed late Murphy will apply themselves inevitably. So thank you Mr. I'm-not-ready, for leading me on to the front door in the morning. I think I've finally NOT begun to understand the male specimen! I got a package today with chocolates and lace - A mysterious acknowledgement of "love-dove-kissy-face." Letter said, "Won't you be my valentine?" Signed, "Love Always…" There was my sister's name on the bottom line. I thought well ain't that appropriate!?! Cuz ya know nothing compares to the love of our family and friends. I don't really need a man! I can cook my own bread without your meal plan. Thank you, Boys, but I'm no toy! And wham-dunk-slip-bam doesn't require a man, Cuz these days, Ladies, we have batteries.

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