It's a Friday night, all the party people got pimp juice in their hands
Shaking their tail feathers to the number one jams
I'ts hot in herre but no one seems to care
Asking you to take a ride with me to my place
Keeps running in my head over and over again
But would you even leave with me
You seem to always want to be the last standing
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Their Song Titles, My Poetry
PoetryHere are poems based on song titles of famous artists that I wrote. Each chapter will be the artist's name and each poem will have a handful of the titles to their biggest hits in them. Let me know what you think and how many of their songs you can...
