Songs that could be poems. Share your favourites!

Heya, Covers! Haven't we all listened to the lyrics of a song before and thought, 'damn, that's pure poetry!'? Well, here is the place to share the lyrics of your favourite tracks! I have a few too many hits to mention, but I thought I'd start with a song I recently discovered by Eartha Kitt, followed by a song I have raved on about before, 'Little Cream Soda' by The White Stripes.

Enjoy the poetr- I mean, songs, and comment your favourites below!

'I Want To Be Evil' by Eartha Kitt

I've posed for pictures with Iv'ry Soap I've petted stray dogs, and shied clear of dope My smile is brilliant, my glance is tender But I'm noted most for my unspoiled gender I've been made Miss Reingold, though I never touch beer And I'm the person to whom they say, "You're sweet, my dear" The only etchings I've seen have been behind glass And the closest I've been to a bar was at ballet class Prim and proper, the girl who's never been kissed I'm tired of being pure and not chased Like something that seeks it's level I wanna go to the devil I wanna be evil, I wanna spit tacks I wanna be evil and cheat at jacks I wanna be wicked, I wanna tell lies I wanna be mean and throw mud pies I want to wake up in the morning With that dark brown taste I wanna see some dissipation in my face I wanna be evil, I wanna be mad But more than that, I wanna be bad I wanna be evil and trump an ace Just to see my partner's face I wanna be nasty, I wanna be cruel I wanna be daring, I wanna shoot pool And in the theatre, I want to change my seat Just so I can step on everybody's feet I wanna be evil, I wanna hurt flies I wanna sing songs like the guy who cries I wanna be horrid, I wanna drink booze And whatever I've got, I am eager to lose I wanna be evil, little evil me Just as mean and evil as I can be

Songwriters: Lester Judson / Raymond Taylor

'Little Cream Soda' by The White Stripes

One, two, three, four

Well, every highway that I go down seems to be longer Than the last one that I knew about, oh, well

And every girl that I walk around seems to be more of an illusion Than the last one that I found, oh, well

And this old man in front of me wearing canes and ruby rings Is like containing an explosion when he sings And with every chance to set himself on fire He just ends up doin' the same thing

Well, each beautiful thing I come across tells me To stop moving and shake this riddle off, oh, well

And there was a time when all I wanted was my ice cream colder And a little cream soda, oh, well, oh, well

And a wooden box and an alley full Of rocks was all I had to care about Oh, well, oh, well, oh, well

Now my mind is filled with rubber tires and forest fires And whether I'm a liar And lots of other situations where I don't know what to do At which time God screams to me "There's nothing left for me to tell you." Nothing left for me to tell you Nothing left

Oh, well, oh, well, oh, well, oh, well Oh, well, oh, well, oh, well, oh, well

Songwriter: Jack White III