(This one at least had the decency to die in utero, before music was written. That was part of the problem - i stared at the lyric sheet for weeks, and couldn't escape a melodic rewrite of "Makin' Whoopee/I'm Your Angel" for the main refrain. Finally, the words just struck me as too disjointed and weird. Three people in the crowd would probably love it, but most would scratch their heads. I may try to resuscitate the name-check section somewhere down the line; i had fun putting that together.)
CHEEKS & LIPS
You kissed my hand, and made me blush
You kissed my face, and made me flush
My mind is melting, i'm just a mush
So pucker up, and don't you rush
Kiss my cheeks, kiss my lips
My love flows, come take some sips
We don't need chains, we don't need whips
Kiss my cheeks, and kiss my lips
Kiss my cheeks, kiss my lips
Saddle up, i've got good grips
This pretty rose between my hips
Kiss my cheeks, kiss my lips
Everybody loves a bawdy, lusty song
Bounce that booty, let's all sing along
But this is also an empowerment trip
A sanctification of goddess worship
I'm all for equality, with one exception of note
When it comes to abortion, no man gets a vote
Simone to sojourner, ida to gloria
Emmeline to eleanor, madonna to malala
Liz cady to susan b, the alices - walker and paul
Angela to lucy stone, margaret sanger most of all
I'm not reducing us to sexuality
I'm reclaiming body autonomy
It's hard to write a feminist song
and make everybody sing along
You kissed my hand, and made me blush
You kissed my face, and made me flush
My mind is melting, i'm just a mush
So pucker up, and don't you rush
Kiss my cheeks, kiss my lips
My love flows, come take some sips
We don't need chains, we don't need whips
Kiss my cheeks, and kiss my lips
Kiss my cheeks, kiss my lips
Saddle up, i've got good grips
This pretty rose between my hips
Kiss my cheeks, kiss my lips
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