Pop Tarts: Omnibus Edition

by Brian Lovestar

Her hair was golden, her eyes emerald green,

  To avoid her beauty you would need a vaccine,

  Chorus: Oh-oh Supermarket Checkout Operator,

  Please be my sexual navigator,

  Check me through, I’ll be good for you,

  Supermarket Checkout Operator

  Easy on the eye but my wallet felt the strain,

  Became a shopaholic, threw my money down the drain, had to see her almost every single day,

  She was a walking poster girl for foreplay,

  Repeat Chorus

  I still go there for my bi-daily fix, overstocking on baked beans and Weetabix, but I know I’ll never forget just how I really feel, I won’t risk the fantasy on a 2 for 1 deal…

  Repeat Chorus to fade…

  Hard Luck Kind of a Guy

  I found a four-leaf clover one day,

  But before it could bring any luck my way,

  I broke a mirror in seven places,

  And blew all my money on the races,

  Chorus: I’m just a Hard Luck Kind of a Guy,

  Nothing ever goes my way I tell you no lie,

  I’m just a Hard Luck Kind of a Guy,

  Somebody tell me why…

  (Somebody tell me why…)

  I met this bird by the bar one night,

  With legs eleven heaven she looked quite a sight,

  I began to tremble as soon as she spoke,

  But the hot chick I’d pulled turned out to be a bloke

  Repeat chorus

  I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky,

  I should be so lucky or not,

  I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky,

  I should be so lucky so what?

  Repeat chorus to fade…

  This Is Killing Me

  Whoever said that love was easy, was lying, that ain’t more clear to see,

  Sometimes I feel like I am dying, I am dying, oh baby set me free,

  From the spell you have me under, makes me kind of wonder, does the pleasure equal out the pain,

  Feelings raging out of control, should I sell the devil my soul? Slowly I am being driven insane

  Chorus: This is killing me (us being apart)

  This is killing me (like an axe through my heart)

  This is killing me (till death us do part)

  The way I feel about you

  This is killing me (bang, bang, I’m dead)

  This is killing me (you’re filling me with lead)

  This is killing me (you heard what I said)

  The way you make me feel

  Why does love get so possessive, there should be a limit, when it screws you up inside, maybe you should, kill it…

  Repeat chorus to fade…

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  About The Author

  From an early age all Brian Lovestar wanted to do was write. On school break up Friday when all the other kids took toys into school to play with, he took a notepad and pen and wrote short stories.

  Then he got a real job, a social life, started travelling and put his passion on hold for a while. But eventually his creative juices could no longer be stifled.

  The ‘Pop Tarts’ series is the follow up to his debut novel ‘Dream Myself Alive’.

  Find out more at: www.brianlovestar.com

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  Other Books By Brian Lovestar:

  DREAM MYSELF ALIVE