Song of the Day “Dear Mr. President” Pink

Lyrics:

Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
Let’s pretend we’re just two people and
You’re not better than me.
I’d like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?

Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
No child is left behind?
We’re not dumb and we’re not blind.
They’re all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell.

What kind of father would take his own daughter’s rights away?
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You’ve come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?

Let me tell you ’bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you ’bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you ’bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you ’bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don’t know nothing ’bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh

How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
You’d never take a walk with me.
Would you?

Song of the Day “Stupid Girls” Pink

“Stupid Girls”

Lyrics:

Stupid girl, stupid girls, stupid girls
Baby if I act like that, that guy will call me back
What a paparazzi girl, I don’t wanna be a stupid girl

Go to Fred Segal, you’ll find them there
Laughing loud so all the little people stare
Looking for a daddy to pay for the champagne
(Drop a name)
What happened to the dreams of a girl president
She’s dancing in the video next to 50 Cent
They travel in packs of two or three
With their itsy bitsy doggies and their teeny-weeny tees
Where, oh where, have the smart people gone?
Oh where, oh where could they be?

Baby if I act like that, that guy will call me back
What a paparazzi girl, I don’t wanna be a stupid girl
Baby if I act like that, flipping my blonde hair back
Push up my bra like that, I don’t wanna be a stupid girl

(Break it down now)
Disease’s growing, it’s epidemic
I’m scared that there ain’t a cure
The world believes it and I’m going crazy
I cannot take any more
I’m so glad that I’ll never fit in
That will never be me
Outcasts and girls with ambition
That’s what I wanna see
Disasters all around
World despaired
Their only concern
Will they **** up my hair

Baby if I act like that, that guy will call me back
What a paparazzi girl, I don’t wanna be a stupid girl
Baby if I act like that, flipping my blonde hair back
Push up my bra like that, I don’t wanna be a stupid girl

[Interlude]
Oh my god you guys, I totally had more that 300 calories
That was so not sexy, no
Good one, can I borrow that?
[Vomits]
I WILL BE SKINNY

(Do ya thing, do ya thing, do ya thing)
(I like this, like this, like this)
Pretty will you **** me girl, silly as a lucky girl
Pull my head and suck it girl, stupid girl!
Pretty would u **** me girl, silly as a lucky girl
Pull my head and suck it girl, stupid girl!

Baby if I act like that, flipping my blonde hair back
Push up my bra like that, stupid girl!

Baby if I act like that, that guy will call me back
What a paparazzi girl, I don’t wanna be a stupid girl
Baby if I act like that, flipping my blonde hair back
Push up my bra like that, I don’t wanna be a stupid girl

Song of the Day “Janie’s Got A Gun” Aerosmith

One of my favorite Aerosmith songs and the first in my week of Aerosmith. So turn it up and enjoy.

“Janie’s Got a Gun” Aerosmith

“Janie’s Got a Gun” Pink Cover

 

Lyrics:

ch’ dum dum dum, honey what have you done
ch’ dum dum dum, it’s the sound of my gun
ch’ dum dum dum, honey what have you done
ch’ dum dum dum, it’s the sound, it’s the sound
Janie got a gun
Janie got a gun
whole world’s come undone
lookin’ straight at the sun
what did her daddy do
what did he put you through
they say when Janie was arrested
they found him underneath a train
but man he had it comin’
now that Janie’s got a gun
she ain’t never gonna be the same
Janie got a gun
Janie got a gun
dog days just begun
now everybody is on the run
tell me now it’s untrue
what did her daddy do
he jacked a little bitty baby
the man has got to be insane
they say the spell that he was under
the lightning and the thunder
knew that someone had to stop the rain
run away, run away from the pain
run away, run away from the pain
run away, run away
run, run away
what did her daddy do
it’s Janie’s last I-O-U
she had to take him down easy
and put a bullet in his brain [alt: she left him in the pouring rain]
she said ’cause nobody believes me
the man was such a sleaze
he ain’t never gonna be the same
honey honey, what’s the problem
tell me it ain’t right
was it your daddy’s cradle-robbin’ that
made you scream at night

Song of the Day “F*ckin’ Perfect” Pink

I love this song and both the message and video are amazing. Today I heard this song and it just seemed right that it was todays song of the day. So turn it up and enjoy.

“F*ckin’ Perfect”

Lyrics:

Made a wrong turn, once or twice.
Dug my way out, blood and fire.
Bad decisions, that’s alright.
Welcome to my silly life.
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood.
Miss ‘No way, it’s all good’, it didn’t slow me down.
Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated.
Look, I’m still around.

Pretty, pretty please, don’t you ever, ever feel
Like you’re less than fuckin’ perfect.
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you’re nothing,
You’re fuckin’ perfect to me

You’re so mean when you talk about yourself; you were wrong.
Change the voices in your head; make them like you instead.
So complicated, look happy, you’ll make it
Filled with so much hatred, such a tired game.
It’s enough; I’ve done all I can think of.
Chased down all my demons, I’ve seen you do the same.

Woah ohh, pretty, pretty please, don’t you ever, ever feel
Like you’re less than fuckin’ perfect.
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you’re nothing,

You’re fuckin’ perfect to me.

The whole world’s scared so I swallow the fear.
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer.
So cool in line, and we try try try, but we try too hard and it’s a waste of my time.
Done looking for the critics, cause they’re everywhere.
They dont like my jeans; they don’t get my hair.
Exchange ourselves, and we do it all the time.
Why do we do that? Why do I do that?

Why do I do that?

Yeah, oh, oh baby, pretty baby
Pretty, pretty please, don’t you ever, ever feel
Like you’re less than fuckin’ perfect.
Pretty,pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you’re nothing, you’re fuckin’ perfect to me, yeahhh.
You’re perfect, you’re perfect
Ohh pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you’re nothin’ you’re fuckin’ perfect to me.