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href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nashville Superstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445764910475084918.post-8664895856434837338</id><published>2010-01-12T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T19:56:48.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alleluia (for Leonard Cohen)</title><content type='html'>The tears that he cried fill a river of woes&lt;br /&gt;Carrying barges and ships of his greatest regrets&lt;br /&gt;His ebb and his flow that could never stay&lt;br /&gt;Castles in the sand, in his hand washed away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alleluia, Alleluia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His stone Angels are smiling out to the Sea&lt;br /&gt;They whisper the answers that he cannot  hear&lt;br /&gt;A scripture so sacred that he cannot touch&lt;br /&gt;He wakes in his sleep cause he needs it so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alleluia, Alleluia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cobblestone streets underfeet lead him near&lt;br /&gt;Lead him far from the princess of his past&lt;br /&gt;Churchbells are ringing awaken his soul&lt;br /&gt;He climbs to the rainbows in windows below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alleluia, Alleluia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candles and wishes petitions and prayers&lt;br /&gt;As she kneels on the altar of faith&lt;br /&gt;She prays to her Mary and his Saints of Bon Secours&lt;br /&gt;A miracle of love as he opens the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Leesa M Kaczmarzyk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7445764910475084918-8664895856434837338?l=2007nashvillesuperstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007nashvillesuperstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8664895856434837338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7445764910475084918&amp;postID=8664895856434837338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7445764910475084918/posts/default/8664895856434837338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7445764910475084918/posts/default/8664895856434837338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007nashvillesuperstar.blogspot.com/2010/01/alleluia-for-lenard-cohen.html' title='Alleluia (for Leonard Cohen)'/><author><name>Nashville Superstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445764910475084918.post-5193224630672146050</id><published>2008-11-14T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T10:59:17.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take your Pain to Country</title><content type='html'>I took my pain to country&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there was no where else to go&lt;br /&gt;I've been around the whole wide world &lt;br /&gt;With you weighing on my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I went to California&lt;br /&gt;But I was freezing in the sun&lt;br /&gt;Santa Monica's ferris wheel&lt;br /&gt;Without you 's just no fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pacific Ocean reminded me&lt;br /&gt;Of the colour your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And all those stars in Malibu &lt;br /&gt;Can't brighten my night skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hopped the train through the Rocky Mountains&lt;br /&gt;And screamed your name away&lt;br /&gt;It echoed in the treetops&lt;br /&gt;And came right back to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a President's wife I'll be&lt;br /&gt;In Washington D.C.&lt;br /&gt;If I can't have you&lt;br /&gt;I'll have power for a fee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all those black and navy suits&lt;br /&gt;Tuxedoes aren't my style&lt;br /&gt;I kissed George Bush upon the cheek&lt;br /&gt;And stayed just for awhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I took my pain to country&lt;br /&gt;To Nashville, Tennessee&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to find a strong cowboy&lt;br /&gt;With arms to carry me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On every second corner &lt;br /&gt;There's a bar stool with my name&lt;br /&gt;Your 'Queen of Hearts' is like Delta Dawn&lt;br /&gt;But drinking fine champagne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing in a band with all cowboys&lt;br /&gt;And the strangers they all toast&lt;br /&gt;To your songs I sing with a melody&lt;br /&gt;For the man I loved the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take your pain to country, baby&lt;br /&gt;To Nashville, Tennessee&lt;br /&gt;When the love of your life locks your heart&lt;br /&gt;And throws away the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leesa Kaczmarzyk&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7445764910475084918-5193224630672146050?l=2007nashvillesuperstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007nashvillesuperstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5193224630672146050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7445764910475084918&amp;postID=5193224630672146050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;There'll be no place to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if he wants you, you'll know&lt;br /&gt;And if he loves you, he'll show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men do what they want&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can do&lt;br /&gt;Men do what they want&lt;br /&gt;If what they want is you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stop your waiting by the phone&lt;br /&gt;There's plenty more away from home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men do what they want&lt;br /&gt;He'll make you number one&lt;br /&gt;No need to second guess &lt;br /&gt;There's plenty more for fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men do what they want&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can do&lt;br /&gt;Men do what they want&lt;br /&gt;If what they want is you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leesa Kaczmarzyk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7445764910475084918-1969217740545904660?l=2007nashvillesuperstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445764910475084918.post-8255123266355393331</id><published>2008-01-09T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T18:11:00.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken - Hearted Extreme</title><content type='html'>I sing about my baby&lt;br /&gt;You all know who I mean&lt;br /&gt;He's loved just about everyone&lt;br /&gt;Broken-hearted extreme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His touch and kiss so sweet&lt;br /&gt;You'll never land on your feet&lt;br /&gt;And your life will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;You'll die crying his name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, my baby walks alone&lt;br /&gt;Not far from arch angels&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes icy cold&lt;br /&gt;I think his heart's made of stone&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my baby walks alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll wait by your window&lt;br /&gt;With the moon shining down&lt;br /&gt;But my baby's loving someone else&lt;br /&gt;On the other side of town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause my baby waits for no one&lt;br /&gt;And his eyes will turn away&lt;br /&gt;Like a beggar in the street&lt;br /&gt;You'll be begging him to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my baby loves no one&lt;br /&gt;Because my baby walks alone&lt;br /&gt;And when you wake up from his dream&lt;br /&gt;Broken-hearted extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leesa Kaczmarzyk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7445764910475084918-8255123266355393331?l=2007nashvillesuperstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007nashvillesuperstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8255123266355393331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7445764910475084918&amp;postID=8255123266355393331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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old man&lt;br /&gt;You're building castles in the sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fountain of youth&lt;br /&gt;The wells running dry&lt;br /&gt;No pennies as proof&lt;br /&gt;No teardrops left to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth will unfold&lt;br /&gt;Your stories all told&lt;br /&gt;Blue skies turn to grey&lt;br /&gt;And your rainbows fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So baby,&lt;br /&gt;I'm Queen of all hearts&lt;br /&gt;We'll make a new start&lt;br /&gt;A new deck to deal&lt;br /&gt;So baby spin the wheel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know your love's for the game&lt;br /&gt;But I love you just the same&lt;br /&gt;And loving you's insane&lt;br /&gt;But I'll always love you&lt;br /&gt;Just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leesa Kaczmarzyk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7445764910475084918-7868017319766634973?l=2007nashvillesuperstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445764910475084918.post-12782958076299588</id><published>2008-01-09T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T18:54:54.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love You For Life</title><content type='html'>I love you for life&lt;br /&gt;And I give your new wife&lt;br /&gt;Our wedding day, I waited for &lt;br /&gt;Through time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my diamond ring&lt;br /&gt;Are all those stars in the sky&lt;br /&gt;And every night, I wished for you&lt;br /&gt;To bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you for life&lt;br /&gt;She'll steal all our wedding vows&lt;br /&gt;That cut like a knife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you for life&lt;br /&gt;She can't steal my memories&lt;br /&gt;I hold deep inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you for life&lt;br /&gt;Still hooked on your promises&lt;br /&gt;When you held me all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you for life&lt;br /&gt;Sweet lullabyes I'll never sing&lt;br /&gt;And baby toys you'll never bring, to them&lt;br /&gt;Our children of dreams&lt;br /&gt;That we'll never begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes,I love you for life&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want you back&lt;br /&gt;We can never begin&lt;br /&gt;Where you left off with trash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must never look back, &lt;br /&gt;You must never return&lt;br /&gt;Your new vows, you won't keep&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is pure&lt;br /&gt;What is built on deceit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you for life&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want you back&lt;br /&gt;We can never begin&lt;br /&gt;Where you left off with trash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you for life&lt;br /&gt;I can't hate the man who was supposed to be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Leesa Kaczmarzyk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7445764910475084918-12782958076299588?l=2007nashvillesuperstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007nashvillesuperstar.blogspot.com/feeds/12782958076299588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7445764910475084918&amp;postID=12782958076299588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7445764910475084918/posts/default/12782958076299588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7445764910475084918/posts/default/12782958076299588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007nashvillesuperstar.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-you-for-life.html' title='Love You For Life'/><author><name>Nashville Superstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445764910475084918.post-5314896399033934948</id><published>2007-09-09T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T17:43:35.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Postcards G.O.D.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I found out that a little girl named Tessa had passed away after battling cancer for over five years. Her Grandmother, Dorothea nurtured this child every day with all the love in her heart.She was only ten years old when she passed away.This little girl was an inspiration to everyone she met, including me. Everyday was a precious commodity to her for which she wanted to embrace to the fullest. She would get chemotherapy weekly over cycles which lasted years, and still this shining little soul's spirit faced each day with hopeful anticipation.In my heart, her strength and perseverance lives on. I wrote this song for her Grandmother Dorothea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POSTCARDS G.O.D.&lt;br /&gt;The day I saw her smile&lt;br /&gt;The doctors could not save&lt;br /&gt;Said she only had awhile&lt;br /&gt;And her family must be brave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A child more like an angel&lt;br /&gt;But a warrior with might&lt;br /&gt;Fighting for her place in line&lt;br /&gt;Against God's will her fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she held on to each season&lt;br /&gt;Capturing the light&lt;br /&gt;Wishing on those rainbows&lt;br /&gt;Wishing on stars at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started climbing mountains&lt;br /&gt;And swam with dolphins too&lt;br /&gt;The pain this little girl held in&lt;br /&gt;No one ever knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the day she met our Saviour&lt;br /&gt;As she flew up to the sky&lt;br /&gt;A smile upon her tiny frame&lt;br /&gt;Saying, "Nanna please don't cry!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be busy climbing mountains&lt;br /&gt;And sailing across the sea&lt;br /&gt;And swimming with those dolphins&lt;br /&gt;Sending you postcards G.O.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure she sent one just today&lt;br /&gt;I can read it in the sky&lt;br /&gt;And if you look real close you'll see it says&lt;br /&gt;"Nanna please dont' cry!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm busy climbing mountains&lt;br /&gt;And sailing across the sea&lt;br /&gt;And swimming with those dolphins&lt;br /&gt;I'll send you postcards G.O.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leesa Kaczmarzyk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7445764910475084918-5314896399033934948?l=2007nashvillesuperstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007nashvillesuperstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5314896399033934948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7445764910475084918&amp;postID=5314896399033934948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7445764910475084918/posts/default/5314896399033934948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7445764910475084918/posts/default/5314896399033934948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007nashvillesuperstar.blogspot.com/2007/09/postcards-god.html' title='Postcards G.O.D.'/><author><name>Nashville Superstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445764910475084918.post-8567953239791684627</id><published>2007-01-06T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T17:49:22.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Fell For You</title><content type='html'>The day I fell for you&lt;br /&gt;I knelt right down to pray&lt;br /&gt; Thanking God above&lt;br /&gt; For showing me the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To your door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no bitter past&lt;br /&gt; And I saw it in your smile&lt;br /&gt; And I knew my love would last&lt;br /&gt; And carry you for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Til eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I felt a new found peace&lt;br /&gt; And I found my happy home&lt;br /&gt; Layin' by your side&lt;br /&gt; From the sunset to the dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I fell for you&lt;br /&gt; I knew I found my man&lt;br /&gt;The union of our souls&lt;br /&gt; Would shine across the land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And everyone could see&lt;br /&gt;The strength within our stride&lt;br /&gt;As we take on all the world&lt;br /&gt; Comes from deep inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have one life to live&lt;br /&gt;And I want to share with you&lt;br /&gt; The promise of a life&lt;br /&gt; Like the day I fell for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leesa Kaczmarzyk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7445764910475084918-8567953239791684627?l=2007nashvillesuperstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007nashvillesuperstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8567953239791684627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7445764910475084918&amp;postID=8567953239791684627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7445764910475084918/posts/default/8567953239791684627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7445764910475084918/posts/default/8567953239791684627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007nashvillesuperstar.blogspot.com/2007/01/leesa-kaczmarzyk-lyrics_5494.html' title='The Day I Fell For You'/><author><name>Nashville Superstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445764910475084918.post-5118292202283546656</id><published>2007-01-06T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T17:46:53.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Your Own Man</title><content type='html'>This song is upbeat and tongue in cheek humour. The video was shot old West style in a mining town with two Salloon girls ripping each others clothes off in a catfight.&lt;br /&gt;The best part about the video is all the sexy cowboys I get to kiss....&lt;br /&gt;We're expecting this song to skyrocket to the top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he came a knock'in on a summer night&lt;br /&gt;I thought that his love was true&lt;br /&gt;Believed every line that he said so sweet&lt;br /&gt;But he never said a word about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" So get your own man!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You get your own man!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's really nothing we can do&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when a man starts a cheat'in and crosses that line&lt;br /&gt;Every woman's made into a fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a search'in for my cowboy through these 50 states&lt;br /&gt;To find a man to call my own&lt;br /&gt;But every time a cowboy tells me it's love&lt;br /&gt;I find out 'bout his wife at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get your own man&lt;br /&gt;I'll get my own man&lt;br /&gt;Who knows the right thing to do&lt;br /&gt;And when you look deeply into his eyes&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you see his soul shining through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green eyes, brown or blue&lt;br /&gt;Any colour will do&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as you can see his soul shining through&lt;br /&gt;And he'll be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'all get your own man&lt;br /&gt;I'll get my own man&lt;br /&gt;Who knows the right thing to do&lt;br /&gt;And when you look deeply into his eyes&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you see his soul shining through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green eyes, brown, or blue&lt;br /&gt;Any colour will do&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as you can see his soul shining through&lt;br /&gt;And he'll be true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leesa Kaczmarzyk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7445764910475084918-5118292202283546656?l=2007nashvillesuperstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007nashvillesuperstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5118292202283546656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7445764910475084918&amp;postID=5118292202283546656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7445764910475084918/posts/default/5118292202283546656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7445764910475084918/posts/default/5118292202283546656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007nashvillesuperstar.blogspot.com/2007/01/leesa-kaczmarzyk-lyrics_3771.html' title='Get Your Own Man'/><author><name>Nashville Superstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445764910475084918.post-2208729100688516069</id><published>2007-01-06T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T17:39:30.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Whisper and a Kiss</title><content type='html'>These lyrics portray what every single and searching adult tries to define as "booty call" sex.&lt;br /&gt;No Strings attached sex never is. It is the mystery within the enigma.&lt;br /&gt;The video is merely a feather blowing across the screen, an image that perfects exactly what one can describe as wanderlust in our search. A feather that never lands, but adds magic and beauty for a split second of our life.&lt;br /&gt;"We've Got Tonight" by Bob Seger was an inspiration to this composition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing about a love&lt;br /&gt;Great love long ago&lt;br /&gt;When my voice could soar&lt;br /&gt;And this pain it didn't know&lt;br /&gt;He gave to me the night&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't give me noth'in more&lt;br /&gt;And he'd greet me at the door&lt;br /&gt;With a whisper and a kiss&lt;br /&gt;Primitive and pure&lt;br /&gt;We flew up to the stars&lt;br /&gt;With the magic of the moon&lt;br /&gt;Our bodies became one&lt;br /&gt;But it ended all too soon&lt;br /&gt;And I'd tiptoe out the door&lt;br /&gt;With a whisper and a kiss&lt;br /&gt;That man I did adore&lt;br /&gt;And he set my soul on fire&lt;br /&gt;How he did inspire&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't touch his day&lt;br /&gt;Crazy in a way&lt;br /&gt;And when he said good-bye&lt;br /&gt;With a whisper and a kiss&lt;br /&gt;He didn't see me cry&lt;br /&gt;Just a whisper and a kiss&lt;br /&gt;His love I'll always miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leesa Kaczmarzyk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7445764910475084918-2208729100688516069?l=2007nashvillesuperstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007nashvillesuperstar.blogspot.com/feeds/2208729100688516069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7445764910475084918&amp;postID=2208729100688516069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7445764910475084918/posts/default/2208729100688516069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7445764910475084918/posts/default/2208729100688516069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007nashvillesuperstar.blogspot.com/2007/01/leesa-kaczmarzyk-lyrics_06.html' title='A Whisper and a Kiss'/><author><name>Nashville Superstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445764910475084918.post-6160841572807937588</id><published>2007-01-06T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T17:48:17.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything To See ( The Paris Song)</title><content type='html'>The video for this is very beautiful with Parisian scenes all done in black and white grainy, with subtitles like a foreign film. I directed alot of the video, and had major input for the creative elements while in Paris and St. Tropez for the shoot. My mother was French, so I allowed this natural energy to lead me.&lt;br /&gt;Here are the lyrics that I wrote for the love of my life. This song debuts as number one on my CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything To See&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Paris was in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Something missing in my soul&lt;br /&gt;I left behind my love&lt;br /&gt;For a place that I must go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said," There's nothing more to say,"&lt;br /&gt;"And nothing there to see"&lt;br /&gt;But he held me close&lt;br /&gt;And he kissed me tenderly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I flew up to the stars&lt;br /&gt;And flew across the sea&lt;br /&gt;And I saw the Eiffel Tower&lt;br /&gt;Lighting up for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was everything to say&lt;br /&gt;And everything to see&lt;br /&gt;Then Mona Lisa's smile&lt;br /&gt;Smiled right back at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I walked throughout a Palace&lt;br /&gt;Of many a century&lt;br /&gt;Kings and Queens walked long ago&lt;br /&gt;Preserved in history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was everything to see&lt;br /&gt;And everything to say&lt;br /&gt;Then in the Notre Dame&lt;br /&gt;I knelt right down to pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh those months went by so fast&lt;br /&gt;On a yacht in St. Tropez&lt;br /&gt;With the rich and famous men&lt;br /&gt;Of Monte Carlo Bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had everything to say&lt;br /&gt;And everything to see&lt;br /&gt;But halfway around the world&lt;br /&gt;The only man for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I flew up to the stars&lt;br /&gt;And flew across the sea&lt;br /&gt;And I found my love with shining eyes&lt;br /&gt;Waiting there for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was everything to say&lt;br /&gt;And everything to see&lt;br /&gt;Waiting with my diamond ring&lt;br /&gt;Upon one bended knee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had everything to say&lt;br /&gt;And everything to see&lt;br /&gt;It meant everything to me&lt;br /&gt;When my one true love&lt;br /&gt;Smiled back at me! 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