Lost Karl Rove interview ...

Mama stop! Turn around, go back, think it over.
Now stop, turn around, go back, think it over.
Stop, turn around, go back think it over.

Oh no momma, just let it be. You'll never regret it, just wait and see.
Think of all the great ones who gave everything
That we might have life here, so please bear the pain.

She was a no-one who killed her baby
she sent her letters from the country
she was an animal
she was a bloody disgrace

Body I'm not an animal
Mummy I'm not an abortion

Dragged on a table in a factory
illegitimate place to be
in a packet in a lavatory
die little baby screaming

Body screaming fucking bloody mess
it's not an animal it's an abortion

Body I'm not an animal
Body I'm not an abortion

Throbbing squirm, gurgling bloody mess
I'm not a discharge I'm not a loss in
protein I'm not a throbbing squirm Ah!

Fuck this and fuck that
fuck it all and fuck the fucking brat
She don't wanna baby that looks like that
I don't wanna baby that looks like that.

Body I'm not an animal
Body i'm not an abortion

Middle eight:
"I love it when you're hot"

Please don't let them hurt your children
We need love and shelter from the storm
Please don't let them hurt your children
Won't you keep us safe and warm

Dear Mr. Jesus, they say that she may die
Oh I hope the doctors stop the pain
I know that you could save her and take her up to the sky
So she would never have to hurt again

Please don't let them hurt your children
Dear Mr. Jesus, please tell me what to do
And please don't tell my daddy
But my mommy hits me too
Please don't let them hurt your children

If Jesus be in every womb
why he send some to the tomb?
If "little ones to him belong"
he lets some go so Wade be wrong.

B c#m
It's just a mistake, i won't have to face
G#m a
Don't give it a name, don't give it a place
B e
Don't give it a chance, it's lucky in a way

A b
It must have felt strange, to find me inside you
E a
I hadn't intended to stay
B
If you want to keep it right, put it to sleep at night
C#m a b
Squeeze it until it could say

Chrrus
C#m a b c#m a b
You can't be too strong you can't be too strong
C#m a b e
You can't be too strong
A e b e
You can't be too strong you decide what's wrong

B c#m
Well i ain't gonna cry, i'm gonna rejoice
G#m a
And shout myself dry, and go see the boys
B e a b
They'll laugh when i say, i left it overseas

E b c#m
Yeah babe i know that it gets dark, down by luna park
G#m a
But everybody else, is squeezing out a spark
B e
That happened in the heat, somewhere in the dark, in the dark

A b
The doctor gets nervous, completing the service
E a
He's all rubber gloves and no head
B
He fumbles the light switch, it's just another minor hitch
C#m a b
Wishes to god he was dead

Repeat chorus

A e b e
You can't be too strong you decide what's wrong
A e b e
Can't be too hard, too tough, too rough, too right, too wrong
A e b e
And you, can't be too strong
A e b
Baby you can't be too strong... /pre>

Black chick white guy
Does it mean shit maybe
I don't know but yo it never phased me
But either way heres one tail
Of two like that and what prevailed
It started way back in the 8th grade
In the small old town where the two both stayed
He came from a family of middle class
Where everything he did he always had to ask
She came from a place that was so alone
You know the same old tail of a broken home
Her momma was an alkie and more like a friend
Had three different kids from three different men
And that's just the way shit was
Couldn't change it couldn't rearrange it so there it was
Anyway the two kept on
With the phone calls notes and so on and so on
And after the bullshit and whatten
That day came the two started fuckin'
All the time you know kids habit's
Every single day fuckin' like rabbits
Sneakin out the car when he was 15
Climbin' in the window and fuckin' all night see
Fuckin' during lunch in the junior high bathrooms
Drinking champagne and trippin' on mushrooms
His dick was metal her pussy was a magnet
9th grade came, I'm pregnant
Shit got frantic and man oh Lord it was a tuff decision
But they decided to abort it
It might have been right it might have been wrong
But one thing's for sure it really fucked his head up
Where is it who is it how is it was it right
These are the things he thought in bed at night
A lot of people might laugh at this
But fuck 'em they don't know the half of it

Ain't no sunshine when you're low
I'm low
People tell me life's a game I'm not playin'
Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows I'm still standin'

Now as time went on the the two kept on
They kept seeing each other off and on
See she moved to the city and you know what happened
Black chic with a real white accent
Pretty girl in the ghetto go figure
Yeah she got macked by some dope dealin' nigger
Still seein' that other kid on the side
She kept most of her thoughts inside
See all the first guy did was just love her
While that punk mother fucker used to beat her and punch her
She was livin' all wild
I think all she ever wanted was the love of her own child
She asked the first guy to have his baby
He looked at her like she must be crazy
He was makin' records and goin' on tour
20,000 people hip hoppin on the floor
And all that while she sat at home and got macked
If she stepped out of line she got slapped
And then one day she prayed to the Lord to take that guy away
And he did he got caught with a loaded gun
And went to jail but first she had his son
Ooohh and now what to do
She had no man no money and no clue
Now the other guy came back from tourin'
And she called him up early one mornin'
They hooked up her mind was blown
As he began to raise her son as his own
And that's a lot of shit to deal with man
And if you ain't been there you wouldn't understand
And people still laugh at this shit
Fuck 'em they don't know the half of it

that last part is strangely appropriate.

Red Ragtop
Song Lyrics by Tim McGraw

I was twenty and she was eighteen
We were just about as wild as we were green
In the ways of the world
She'd pick me up in that red ragtop
We were free of the folks and hiding from the cops
On a summer night
Running all the red lights
We'd park way out in a clearing in a grove
And the night was as hot as a coal-burning stove
We were cooking wiht gas
Knew it had to last

(Chorus)
In the back of that red ragtop
She said please don't stop

Well the very first time her mother met me
Her green-eyed girl had been a mother-to-be
for two weeks
I was out of job and she was in school
And life was fast and the world was cruel
We were young and wild
We decided not to have the child
So we did what we did and we tried to forget
And we swore up and down there would be no regrets
In the morning light
But on the way home that night

(Chorus)
From the back of that red ragtop
She said please don't stop loving me

We took one more trip around the sun
But it was all make believe in the end
And no I can't say where she is today
I can't remember who I was back then

Well you do what you do and you pay for your sins
And there's no such thing as what might have been
That's a waste of time
Drive you out of your mind
I was stopped at a red light just yesterday
Beside a young girl in a cabriolet
And her eyes were green
And I was in an old scene

(Chorus)
I was back in that red ragtop
On the day she stopped loving me
I was back in that red ragtop
On the day she stopped loving me

Have you met Barack Obama?
Yes, I know him. He was a member of the Senate while I was at the White House and we shared a mutual friend, Ken Mehlman, his law-school classmate. When Obama came to the White House, we would talk about our mutual friend.

Did you have lunch together? Talk in the hall?
We sat in the meeting room and chatted before the meeting. He had a habit of showing up early, which is a good courtesy.

Are you going to send him a little note congratulating him?
I already have. I sent it to his office. I sent him a handwritten note with funny stamps on the outside.

What kind of funny stamps?
Stamps.

stamps,bruv

Dude built his biz in direct mail and is obsessed with privatizing the postal service

http://wonkette.com/404409/karl-rove-licks-stamps-for-pleasure