Sassy music

Liz Phair songs
Between Phil and You
September 6 at 4:44pm
Here’s a song for you. I can’t believe I am sending this, but it is so perfect. Catchy.
Another coincidence. I’ve never heard it before. And I never heard of the “skin benefits” until you said it on the phone. But that’s the way my life is right now. Interesting items keep popping up. Driving home a certain message.
It’s…rather…um..straight forward but the sentiment right.


Liz Phair’s “Gimme Your Hot White Cum”

Give it to me, don’t give it away
Don’t think about what the others say
My skins getting clear, my hairs so bright
All you do is fuck me every day and night
You’re my secret beauty routine
Na, na, na, na, what my body has seen
I am lookin’ good and I’m feeling nice
Baby you’re the best magazine advice
Gimme your hot white cum
Gimme your hot white cum
Gimme your hot white cum
Gimme your hot white cum
I’m gonna pull you back down between the sheets
Everything is fresher when the day is sweet
In the morning light when you’re already on the phone
Face it, one of these days
Without you I’m just another Dorian Gray
It’s the fountain of youth
It’s the meaning of life
So hot, so sweet, so wet my appetite
Gimme your hot white cum
Gimme your hot white cum
Gimme your hot white cum
Gimme your hot white cum
Phil September 6 at 7:40pm
You can have my hot white cum any place you want it. Cool song, I like it. I could fuck you day and night. My cock is rock hard again, yearning to feel the hot soft folds of your pussy. So wet, so hot. Cum inside you, on your face, tits ass, in your mouth, every where I kiss or lick I taste cum. Ummmm, so hot. Fuck me Sassy, oh yea baby, ride my cock, feels so good, so good
September 6 at 8:23pm
Just ordered a Asian fusion dinner delivered 
1) Bao Bao – saucy homemade Korean BBQ-marinated beef in a fluffy steamed bun with lettuce.
2) Bostonian Sushi platter – combo of three maki sushi – Shrimp tempura, teriyaki chicken, sweet potato makis.
3) *U.F.O. (aka Sushi Pizza) Thinly tempura-crusted, topped with tuna, salmon, spicy mayo, sriracha, jalapenos.
Noticed the sushi special lobster roll…wished I could order it to eat off your abs right now. Had to go drink another big glass of water. 🙂
September 6 at 9:22pm
So it’s Liz Phair night at my place! Another song with lyrics I could say to you as we walk toward dinner… I love the way she put her face into the camera and makes it clear what she is talking about.
Some moments I feel like no one else has ever felt this way. But then I see that someone has, and written a song about it!
Geez, pretty soon I’m going to have enough songs for a “mix tape.” Remember those? Of course, I’d have to be careful where I played it…can’t writhe and moan just anywhere.
“Why Can’t I Breathe Whenever I Think About You?”
by Liz Phair


Get a load of me, get a load of you
Walkin’ down the street, and I hardly know you
It’s just like we were meant to be
Holding hands with you when we’re out at night
Got a girlfriend, you say it isn’t right
And I’ve got someone waiting too
What if this is just the beginning
We’re already wet, and we’re gonna go swimming
Why can’t I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can’t I speak whenever I talk about you
It’s inevitable, it’s a fact that we’re gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can’t I breathe whenever I think about you
Isn’t this the best part of breakin’ up
Finding someone else you can’t get enough of
Someone who wants to be with you too
It’s an itch we know we are gonna scratch
Gonna take a while for this egg to hatch
But wouldn’t it be beautiful
Here we go, we’re at the beginning
We haven’t fucked yet, but my heads spinning
Why can’t I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can’t I speak whenever I talk about you
It’s inevitable, it’s a fact that we’re gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can’t I breathe whenever I think about you
High enough for you to make me wonder
Where it’s goin’
High enough for you to pull me under
Somethin’s growin’
out of this that we can control
Baby I am dyin’
Why can’t I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can’t I speak whenever I talk about you
Why can’t I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can’t I speak whenever I talk about you
It’s inevitable, it’s a fact that we’re gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can’t I breathe whenever I think about you
September 6 at 10:18pm
Hearing my phone ring today was a double-edged sword. A bizarre mix of delight and dread.
Delight that it might be you…and I’d get to hear your voice, your laugh, your snarky words, your sexy talk. It is incredible what you can do to me in a 5 minute call.
And dread because we are on death watch for my dad. so any call may be my sister saying he’s gone. My mom has given up on him, for the first time ever. He could go on living for years. Our first bad scare with him was in 1992, so he has been surprising us for years. But with his mind gone and him not eating or reading…it could be any time.
*sigh* Sorry to drag that into the sandbox, but sometimes I can’t put my burdens down at the door. If you need to drag things in, I’m here. I guess there can be a quiet corner.
and I wanted you to know how much your call provided a much needed boost. Beyond the obvious.
I promise not to post anything serious tomorrow if I can possibly help it!
September 6 at 11:14pm
Reading back over today’s messages.
Relentless can be a great thing. 😉
I was going so fast. Staring at my desk. So high. Soaring. Wet. because of you.
What a tasty stew you are…sweet, funny, relentless and sexy. And more.
Brain stuck on “fuck brussel sprouts.” Too bad I have to get a new down word. Heh. May have to keep it a secret so you don’t mess with it. Brat.
Safe travels! Call me if you get bored on the road…if I won’t make you go into a ditch. Or maybe we can “meet for lunch.” So many possibilities. ‘night.

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  1. I love Liz Phair. H.W.C. (as it’s frequently referred to) was a dream come (cum, I suppose) true when I first heard it in 2003. Not since “Flower” on Exile in Guyville had Liz voiced such raw, unapologetic sexuality.

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