nikita, by elton john

Hey Nikita is it cold
in your little corner of the world?
You could roll around the globe
and never find a warmer soul to know.

Oh I saw you by the wall,
ten of your tin soldiers in a row,
with eyes that looked like ice on fire,
the human heart a captive in the snow.

Oh Nikita you will never know
anything about my home.
I'll never know how good it feels to hold you.
Nikita, I need you so.

Oh Nikita is the other side
of any given line in time.
Counting ten tin soldiers in a row
oh no, Nikita you'll never know.

Do you ever dream of me?
Do you ever see the letters that I write?
When you look up through the wire,
Nikita do you count the stars at night?
And if there come the time
guns and gates non longer hold you in
and if you're free to make a choice,
just look towards the west and find a friend.

Oh Nikita you will never know
anything about my home.
I'll never know how good it feels to hold you.
Nikita I need you so.

Oh Nikita is the other side of any given line in time.
Counting ten tin soldiers in a row,
oh no, Nikita you'll never know.

Oh Nikita you will never know,
never know anything about my home.
I'll never know how good it feels to hold you.
Nikita I need you so.

Oh Nikita is the other side
of any given line in time.
Counting ten tin soldiers in a row,
oh no, Nikita you'll never know.
Nikita, counting ten tin soldiers in a row.
Nikita, counting ten tin soldiers in a row.
Nikita, counting ten tin soldiers in a row.

The Plan

So I was thinking..its senior year and all.. everyones figuring out what they want to do with their lives..so I made a little list of my own…heres the plan...

I’m gonna buy myself a gun
Then I can really have some fun
Steal a McLaren F1
Yeah, I think it can be done

Become a famous movie star
And do my own outrageous stunts
Shoot my own long-barreled guns
Drive my own exotic cars
And speed past all my own strip bars

Learn to run the speed of light
Develop super x-ray sight
Like a cat I’d see at night
And climb to any given height

But I don’t need to learn to fly
James Bond’s my type of guy
Wheels for wings and rubber feathers
Just like heels, and tight black leather
Fit about any weather

And if not that
I’ll buy myself a whip and hat,
Discover sacred long lost treasures
Slice through jungles with machetes
And save the world by any measures
Raid hidden tombs, and unearth forbidden rooms
Look into the eyes of doom
In a tank top and some shorts,
Cuz all I’d need is ammunition
To accomplish any mission

Comics, movies, video games
Running through my vibrant veins
So fill the pages frame by frame
With a crime fighting dame

Or a villain,
To me it’s really all the same

I’d steal the precious crown jewels
Take the diamonds, rubies, pearls
Heist casinos, banks, the Louvre
Crack the volts and get the codes
Cuz there’s no such surveillance, where you won’t find any glitches
I’d get away with all the riches
And as for my teammates?
I’d ditch those greedy sons of bitches

But if not, there’s one more thing that I have got
I’ll dig up a pirate ship, take it on a distant trip
On the map X marks the spot
Let the bones of traitors rot
Cuz Roger’s jolly for a reason
Tis’ the treasure-hunting season
Pillage, burn, destroy, and raze
Any god-forsaken place
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum
Anyone?

But to summarize all this
So the point you wont miss
Flying knives and secret lives,
Foreign spies and super rides,
Screeching tires and barbed wires
Simply put are my desires
Cuz sweet dreams are made of this
Action seeking brand of bliss

So if tomorrow ever comes
I’m gonna buy myself some guns

well..since everyone else wrote about fat chicks

Those fat chicks seem to be a muse
Their feelings though you do abuse
When describing all the hues
That clearly should not be fused

It’s not the clothes that are the crime
Since they would not be worth a dime
If the chick was really fine
A problem tis’ of mind and matter
All too much matter for the mind to scatter

Besides that, put yourself in their position
It’s hard to keep those tits from opposition
Their cleavage looks more like a lesion
It blurs even a sober vision

It’s hard to look like a sex symbol
When you weigh about a ton more than a thimble
The odds are actually quite simple
And believe me, a whale has a better chance
At a stance, on the cover of some “Trance”

But you have made the right decision
To buy a gun, and with a mission
Clear the world of blurry vision

Selective breeding is the answer
We would be quickly rid of cancer
And though this sounds like eugenics
It has some different mechanics

I might get sued over this poem
But in that case id really show em
That it’s not healthy or attractive
That overweight is quite destructive
And that the moral of this story
Is lose some weight or you’ll be sorry