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"Ode To Loy" - Music and Lyrics by Philip Morrison - 2004 Lyric Verse 1: When I stay up late Dreamin' up soulmates I dream Myrna Loy Her tongue can ice men Skewer, slice, and dice men When they're naughty boys But, If you are her man Ooh, Myrna sure can Dole out whispered joy Her sweetest nothin's Melt cold stud-muffins And make chaste monks boy-toys Verse2: Myrna shines best in The company of men Her charms scin-til-late Shares in their hijinx Hangs tight despite chinks In their armored plate But, though she can 'rassle' Men have no hassle Keeping her sex straight When she wears backless Dresses she maxes Male desire to mate (Chorus) Chorus I'd update my label to Nick Be licensed a private dick To be with Myrna tonight I'd bury myself in red herrings 'Til my odor was hardly worth sharing To be with Myrna tonight I'd be the proud lord and masta' To a flea-bitten mutt named Asta To Be with my Myrna tonight Verse 3: Beauty uncouthly Thrives in a youthly Place where Time holds sway What Youth makes dazzle Old-Age unravels Beauty fades away But with one raised eye-brow Ooh Myrna somehow Keeps Old-Age at bay Her kind of beauty Sticks, a dab'll do me 'Til my dying day. (Chorus) Tag: I'd do most anything I'd pull almost any string To be with my Myrna tonight.

"Beauty" - Music and Lyrics by Philip Morrison - Copyright 2005 Lyric A Beauty will never walk alone Not while men are bursting with testosterone Each fool fantasizes he's the one Beauty relies on fools' dreams for her fun A Here's her next victim, what a louse Watch her play with him, a kitten with her mouse Oops! She rips his heart out. What a shame. When he plays dead she begins a new game B How Love can dazzle her courter's eyes What he sees his heart distorts and magnifies When she mumbles gibberish, she's Socrates When she smiles, it warms like a tropic breeze A I've learned her lovers' dirge by rote I sing these verses hoping their my antidote Should I find a way to break her spell Then I'll be able to bid her farewell. Tag: Everything I try seems to be in vain One wink of her eye and I'm hers again

"Off the Rack" - Music and Lyrics by Philip Morrison - Copyright 2005 Lyric Verse 1: I'm living with a girl who looks at her man Only seeing what a prince he could be It's not enough for me to be what I am I must be the perfect dream she conceives When I fail to live up to her vision of the perfect male She plies her needle steadily, tries to change me detail by detail Well (Chorus 1) Chorus 1: I don't wanna be no patch work man I don't need a tailor I'm strictly off the rack Try me on for size If I feel alright Please don't customize But leave me as I am No alterations necessary Verse 2 Try thinking to myself Good thoughts are attached When she sends me her helpful, little hints She doesn't understand Her hints are hi-jacked In their place another message is sent She won't love me for me I'm a shadow of her prince so fine With drastic alterations I'd resemble her figment of mind. Well (Chorus 2) Chorus 2 I don't wanna be no patch work man I don't need a tailor I'm strictly off the rack Try me on for size If I feel alright Please don't customize But leave me as I am No alterations necessary Bridge When we go to see her friends Pinpricks become intense Your shirt is not tucked in Man, you're out of shape Those pants will make people stare Purple is your color if you are a grape D'ya win that tie at the fair When talking to my friends Would you please be smart Be a listener for awhile And, Honey, have some fun It's no funeral march They'd like you more if you smiled She'd be more the be-all/end-all If she brought her Barbie's Ken doll Verse 3 I'm packing up to leave Had more than enough Should have left her countless mind-games ago Just so, I have some doubts "Am I being rough on the girl who in this world I love most When I've hoped for someone wholly grounded in reality Am I just as guilty of indulging in crazed fantasy Well (Chorus 3) Chorus 3 Gotta leave the girl for one cold fact I can't stand a tailor I'm strictly off the rack Try me on for size If I don't feel right You can't customize So leave me as I am No alterations are allowed here.

"She's Gone" - Music and Lyrics by Philip Morrison - Copyright 2008 Lyric Verse 1 My life has grown blah No more sis-boom-bah No sturm and drang To make a bang Dead silence hangs I long for her jab Her meaningless blab Her shrewish croak Would cheer this bloke Just now, no joke! But, Chorus 1: She's gone My lover has flown And, damn her she's stolen The fire from my soul 'n She's left me smold'rin' She's gone Our love affair's done Most guys would be glad But, I'm not. I'm just sad. And, I can't move on. Verse 2 My mind's eye's a-glaze With halcyon haze As Time parades All venom fades From insults paid. My thoughts turn from slights To post-fight delights Harsh word-play Switched to foreplay Niched to scratch my itch But, Chorus 2 She's gone My lover has flown And, damn her she's stolen The tune from my soul 'n She's left a dull drone She's gone Our love affair's done Most guys would be glad But, I'm not. I'm just sad. And, I can't move on. Bridge Friends play the shrink Tell me "Sap, just snap out of it!" Why do they think I can shrug her off like she's a cold April rain When I feel I've been rolled by the Mother of Hurricanes Chorus 3 She's gone My lover has flown And, damn her she's stolen The wind from my soul 'n I'm left in doldrums She's gone Our love affair's done Most guys would be glad But, I'm not. I'm just sad. And, I can't move on. Tag: I can't move on I can't move on I can't move on

"What Might Have Been" - Music and Lyrics by Philip Morrison - Copyright 2008