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Contest #1.  "MY lyrics to my fave CI song"

Here is the winning entry.  Many thanks to everyone who entered.

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  Perthgal   Emma Dreamin' Ez2spot
From: Oriecat
Song: Funeral in the Rain

"Chris Isaak's Butt"

I'm walking, I keep on walking to my seat.
I'm hoping, I keep on hoping Chris I'll get to meet.
I love him, now I must touch him, I have no fear.
I'll pinch Chris Isaak in the rear.

He's singing, he's keeps on singing 'bout love so bleak,
I'm watching, I keep on watching rapt by his cheek.
I reach out and grab onto him, squeeze my fingers shut.
I pinched Chris Isaak in the butt.
I pinched Chris Isaak in the butt.

All the Board, thinks he's fine.
All the Board, knows he's God.
He's God.  He's God.

He's walking, he keeps on walking down the aisle,
He looks back, I keep watching, then I see him smile.
I love him and now I've touched him, all I can say is "YUM!"
I pinched Chris Isaak in the bum.
I pinched Chris Isaak in the bum.
I pinched Chris Isaak in the buu-umm.

 He's God.  He's God.


 
From: Perthgal 
Song: San Francisco Days

Perths Hot Summer Days

I always miss you
You seem to miss here
I want to see you
You tour the East all the time

Got a guy, I like his voice
Bet he does a real good show
Cos I've never seen him tour 
I guess that I will never know
Dreamin of a concert tour
That travels to my western shore

Perths hot summer days, 
Perths hot summer nights

Got the surf that he would love
Got the heat and girls with class
Got the hall with seats and stage
Got the crowds, they want to rage

Perths hot summer days, 
Perths hot summer nights
Perths hot summer days, 
Perths hot summer nights

I always miss you
You seem to miss here
I want to see you
You tour the East all the time

Come to Perth, we'll make you glad
You'll never have a day that's bad

Come to Perth and let me hear
Your golden voice close to my ear
I'm dreamin of your next show
I'm promisin that I'll go

Perths hot summer days, 
Perths hot summer nights

Got all his songs, I like his sound
I wish that he would come around
All I want is to see his show
And his mirror suit all aglow

Perths hot summer days, 
Perths hot summer nights
Perths hot summer days, 
Perths hot summer nights

From: Emma 
Song: Goin' Nowhere

"No Underwear"

Chris is Hot, Chris is God, Chris knows how to shake it,
He's the kind of a guy that I wanna make it (with),
He's the kind of a guy who I wish was here with no underwear
With no underwear..(on)

Like his nose, like his butt, like the way he shows it,
He's the kind of a guy, and I hope he knows it,
Hes the kind of a guy that I wish was here with no underwear
With no underwear..(on)

So take a ride with me now Chris, hop inside and definitely Chris,
We can find a way to take it all off. Yeah.

Like his shirts, like his hair, like the way he shakes it.
He's the kind of a guy that looks better naked.
He's the kind of a guy that I wish was here with no underwear
With no underwear..(on)

Yeah-A-Oh-A-Whoa-Ho-Yeah
Yeah-A-Oh-A-Way-Hey-Ho
Way-Hey-Oh-A-Way-Hey-Ho- Take off your underwear....

So take a ride with me now Chris, hop inside and definitely Chris,
We can find a way to take it all off. Yeah.

Chris is Hot, Chris is God, Chris knows how to shake it,
He's the kind of a guy that I wanna make it (with),
He's the kind of a guy who I wish was here with no underwear
With no underwear..(on)

A-Hey-Ho-A-Way-Hey-Ho
Yeah-A-Hey-Hey-Yeah
Whoa-Hey-Oh-A-Hey-Hey-Ho
Hey-Hey-Ho

Fromm: Dreamin' 
Song: Goin' Nowhere

"Goin' Home With"

Like the eyes, like the hair, 
like the way your hips shake
Your the kind of a boy, 
who can really love make
Your the kind of a boy, 
that I'd go home with
Yeah, I'd go home with

Like your band, like your clothes, 
like your boxer body
Your the kind of a boy, 
I can tell your naughty
Your the kind of a boy, 
that I'd go home with
Yeah, I'd go home with

Pack your things, 
come with me now baby
We can sleep on the beach now baby
We can take the time to have a little fun, yeah

Like your hands, like your nose, like your voice baby
Your the kind of a boy, who can't love one lady
Oh well, I guess you never know, maybe?
You never know, maybe?

Yeah, I know you'll leave me broken-hearted
Hey, that's o.k., I'll wear a smile when we part ways
Yeah, a smile when we part ways
Oh, broken-hearted

Like the eyes, like the hair, like the way your hips shake
Your the kind of a boy, who can really love make
Your the kind of a boy, I'd go home with
Yeah, I'd go home with

Pack your things, come with me now baby
We can sleep on the beach now baby
We can take the time to have a little fun, yeah

Oh baby, how supple are you buttocks
Yeah honey, I can't wait 'till we're liplocked.
Hey baby, let's take a little walk
Yeah honey, we'll make love where we'll get caught.

From: Ez2spot 
Song: Wicked Game

STD Chatting Game

My computer's on fire 
No one could save me but you
Strange what desperate, lonely people do.
I didn't think there were others as alone and obsessed,
I never dreamed we'd all find each other, I confess.

I feel I could chat with yall forever
Tho, I feel the stress to be witty and clever
Oh, this chatting game is so fun to play
To 'nother room I would never stray
LO, don't make me go in the gutter with you
Andy and Hooly, I think your there too.
Don't get Widow started on the chocolate thing,
Orie and LD a classier side they bring.
I can't believe JD thinks I'm mean,
so hard we try to keep it all clean

Oh, I want to chat some more
Yes, I want to chat some more

You don't have to worry 'bout spelling
'cause the content is damn compelling.

No, I just wanna chat
No, I just gotta chat
every night
with you

nobody really knows no one