please teach me english

Mon, 10 Jan 2005 03:40:54 GMT

i don't know what we are anymore.

but i felt like writing a song.
this was some days ago.
about some time that i had ago.

and i somewhat think it's good if i sing it.

"My Hormones"

That night was a blast
I got so much ass
Your little tiny penis was a screamin
For me to stop squeezin.

Cos the goop will come out
You’d have to scream loud
Too many people around
You know they weren’t down.

I drank too much
And I smoked a bunch
You’ve got to forgive me
And my, my hormones.

We were on the floor
They closed the door
I went down your briefs
And you went through my leaves.

Your hands were everywhere
Your tongue in my ear
You had the moves
To make… me… moan.

Cos baby my hormones.
My, my hormones.

They were raging that night
I couldn’t fight
Until 6 AM
When we had to go home.

Sorry it’s the hormones
My, my hormones.

uyen (c)

Mon, 06 Dec 2004 01:31:22 GMT

it has come to my attention that we have not jammed with joe yet.
last night all i wanted to do was grab the microphone when he was playing drums.
but hey what can you do.

let's get cracking?

Mon, 22 Nov 2004 07:25:08 GMT

we are based on creativity more than talent. so there.
even though i'm not fully satisfied with this song.

hot hot hair? 11/20/04

There’s a little lonely girl and she’s walkin’ down town
She sees a lot of people, but there’s no one around.
Next thing you know she’s got a bottle of rum
She sees a cute biker, hurry where’s the gum?

You’ve got hot hot hair, baby
Hot hot hair (x2)

She walks pass you, the thoughts are racing
You’re oh so cute, I want to be making
Love is not what I really want to pursue
It’s just you baby, yeah it’s just you.

You’ve got hot hot hair, baby
Hot hot hair (x2)

You’re sitting in your carriage and there’s no one around
Smoking a cigarette, I see those eyes, deep brown
I walk pass you on the street, only four times
I’m too scared to see you, you’re way too fine

You’ve got hot hot hair, baby
Hot hot hair (x2)

I claim your penis, that’s all I can do
She claims your face, but I want that too
Forget it, we’re all too fucking shy
We go home, mom’s got home… made… pie.

uyen

songs

Fri, 19 Nov 2004 03:26:19 GMT

I’ve got 4 songs that I’m not posting because I’ve decided they aren't that good anymore.
Sorry if there are spelling/grammar errors.

"Drank It Up" 11/3/04

I go to the hotel room
Go to the hotel room
Drank it up,
Drank it up baby. (x2)

You sat next to me
Sat next to me
I laid on you baby
Laid on you baby

Yeah, yeah
I drank it up,
Drank it up baby (x2)

You laid down with me
Laid down with me.
Your lips are all I could see
Lips are all I could see.

Chorus (x2)

You pushed my hand down there
Pushed my hand down there.
I had fun under all those layers
Had fun under all those layers.

Only ‘cause
I drank it up,
Drank it up baby (X a million)

"What A Ho" 11/3/04

Headin’ west up to the north
All I could think is what you’re worth
I go to the show,
And call you up, but no
You don’t want to talk to me
You don’t want to see me

What a ho, that’s what you are
What a ho, you can’t go far

Shutdown
That’s what I am
So I go back south and to the east,
We go to our spot and have a feast
Me and the girl, the girl and me
We have our fun, that’s all we need.

What a ho that’s what you are
What a ho, you can’t go far

What a ho!

"Let's Dance" 11/3/04

Let’s dance!
Let’s dance honey!

Move your grove,
Shake your bake!
East you meat,
Move your feet!

Let’s dance
Let’s dance tonight!

Feel the peel,
In your eel!
Have some fun,
In your gun!

Let’s dance!
Let’s dance come on!

Hear the song,
In the bong!
Have a drink,
Write that ink!

Let’s dance
Please dance with me!

Move your vag,
In the bag!
Shake your booty,
Give a hooty!

Chorus

Shake your shoulder,
Don’t look older!
Don’t be shy,
Just give it a try!

Let’s dance,
Come on, come on,
Let’s dance,
Let’s dance tonight!

"Eat me" 11/17/04

Eat me,
Beat me,
Don’t you want to see me?
Don’t you want to see me?

Sleaze me,
Leave me,
Don’t you want to eat me?
Don’t you want to eat me?

Meet me,
Treat me,
Don’t you want to sleaze me?
Don’t you want to sleaze me?

You go to the store,
I go on the floor,
Then we have some fun,
With your big o’ guns.

Eat me!
Beat me!
Don’t you want to see me?
Don’t you want to see me? (x a lot)

"We boom" 11/17/04

I ride down the street,
We meet.
You buy my a 40 ounce,
We bounce.

We head for the show,
I blow.
You bum me a cigarette,
We let.

The ooze from your goop drop,
On top.
We got excited baby,
Just maybe.

We go back to your little tiny room,
We boom.
We fuck fuck fuck all night,
That’s right.

We fuck fuck fuck all night,
That’s right. (X a million)

All songs written by uyen (c)
And will be produced by please teach me english.
"We Boom" is produced by ptme.

Love,
Uyen

Thu, 18 Nov 2004 07:27:47 GMT

"And he was like uhh and she was like Yeahh"

She's like this tiny with hair down to her knees
slick & shiny curled and teased
he was this tall and so skinny
tight ass pants hot as a lambourghini

But fuck 'em both
they're made for eachotha'
i'd fuck him too cause he's a cool lookin' brotha
with soft brown eyes
and some hard nice thighs
and a tongue that makes me say
OKAY
Fuck him too cause he's a mothafuckin' tease
he should be the one yellin' Oh god please
Does he want to fuck or make love
hand or blow jobs
play till he comes
into the kitchen door
and we're on the floor
with bacon and rice
but we'll do it just twice
cause i know he'd rather fuck than make love
get no hand but blow jobs
he'd rather take his breakfast to go
and catch catch catch the next show
but this shit aint free
all i'm sellin' is me
it's a fuckin' sausage P-A-R- Teeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
so let's just fuck not make love
sex me up
here's your mother fuckin' glove.

"Fuck me"

I pulled down your pants
and i went down town
and too my surprise
guess what i found
i gave you a bonah
and i gave you a kiss
a ninja fuckin' move you're glad you didn't miss

your lips touchin' mines
not the ones' on top
and you kissed and kissed and sucked sucked sucked

fuck me fuck fuck fuck
fuck me fuck fuck fuck
fuck me
fuck
fuck
dont fuck me you just want my
don't fuck me you just want my
dont
fuck
me.

and i still can't fucking find the fourty four 40 ounces song.

These were written and produced by leann and the soley dedicated band members of PLEASE TEACH ME ENGLISH (c)

Sat, 13 Nov 2004 09:33:56 GMT

we're gonna do it
i'm so happy right now...
i love you guys so much! its unimaginable!!

-michelle