Then (She Cries).

Unpublished Works, © 2004, BillyPauleyJr.*

Then (She Cries).

She goes to work,
She puts on her smile,
She’s beautiful,
If only for a while,
O’, if she looks the part,
Maybe she’ll forget,
But for now, her beauty lies,
She isn’t happy yet,

O’, she’s beautiful, but,
She isn’t happy yet,

O’, just beyond her smile,
Lies her aching heart,
Swollen with her tears and broken pride,
She’s just a moment away,
From losing it all,
But it makes her feel safe now, just to hide,
So she hides,
‘Til she finds time alone, then,
She cries,

O’, when she finds time alone, then,
She cries,

O’, she comes home,
And loves her only child,
She’s so beautiful,
If only for a while,
O’, if her baby smiles,
Maybe she’ll forget,
But for now, she only tries,
She isn’t happy yet,

O’, she’s beautiful, but,
She isn’t happy yet,

O’, just beyond her smile,
Lies her aching heart,
Swollen with her tears and broken pride,
She’s just a moment away,
From losing it all,
But it makes her feel safe now, just to hide,
So she hides,
‘Til her baby goes to sleep, then,
She cries,

O’, when her baby goes to sleep, then,
She cries,

O’, she hides under a smile,
That’s so beautiful to see,
But just beyond the surface,
Is a pain she can’t believe,
And every now and then,
When her heart can hold no more,
In her eyes,
You’ll realize,
Her soul’s an open door,

And the tears she holds are way too big,
To hide there anymore,

Her happiness is broken,
Her truth will hit the floor,

O’, she goes on,
Masquerading in her smile,
She’s beautiful,
If only for a while,
Maybe if she tries,
Her strength will pay her debt,
But in her weakness,
She isn’t happy yet,

O’, she’s beautiful, but,
She isn’t happy yet,

O’, just beyond her smile,
Lies her aching heart,
Swollen with her tears and broken pride,
She’s just a moment away,
From losing it all,
But it makes her feel safe now, just to hide,
So she hides,
‘Til she finds time alone, then,
She cries,

O’, when her baby goes to sleep, then,
She cries,
O’, when she’s looking right at you, then,
She lies,
But when she’s looking for the truth, then,
She cries, then,
She cries, o’, then,
She cries,

O’, then and only then,
She cries.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Even If I Don't (I Want You).

Unpublished Works, © 2007, BillyPauleyJr.*

Even if I Don’t (I Want You).

When I become famous,
I want you to know,
That I want you in my life,
When I make my first million,
Stealing the show,
O’, I want you as my wife,

O’, when I make it big,
When life pays its dues,
When I make a fortune,
While I’m on the news,
I want you with me,
Whenever I do,
Hell, even if I don’t,
I want you,
O’, I want you in my life (yeah, yeah),
Yeah, I want you as my wife,

When I strike oil,
While I’m digging for gold,
O’, I want you in my life,
When I put up my sign,
Over one million sold,
I want you as my wife,

O’, when I make it big,
When life pays its dues,
When I make a fortune,
While I’m on the news,
I want you with me,
Whenever I do,
Hell, even if I don’t,
I want you,
O’, I want you in my life (yeah, yeah),
Yeah, I want you as my wife,

When I get discouraged,
You know sometimes I do,
I want you in my life,
When I need somebody,
To help me get thru’,
O’, I want you as my wife,
O’, when I fall down,
When life breaks in two,
When I lose a fortune,
Waiting on the news,
I still want you with me,
Whenever I do,
Hell, even if I don’t,
I want you,

Yeah, when I make it big,
When life pays its dues,
When I make a fortune,
While I’m on the news,
I want you with me,
Whenever I do,
Hell, even if I don’t,
I want you,
O’, I want you in my life (yeah, yeah),
Yeah, I want you as my wife,

Don’t you know it, baby,
I want you as my wife,
In my life… as my wife.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Golden Ticket.

Unpublished Works, © 2002, BillyPauleyJr.*

Golden Ticket.

Out in the streets of broken hearts,
I walk along and play my part,
Always wishing for something more,
But I don’t expect what I hope for,
And just as sure as I can be,
Life infinitely surprises me,

O’, your love is my Golden Ticket,
Giving me a chance to win,
Making me believe in myself,
Inviting my heart to begin,
O’, your love is my Golden Ticket,
Helping me to believe,
A lifetime supply of affection,
Not confection is what I need,

Out here they’re not devoted,
The streets are sugar coated,
They make me cry deep down inside,
They make me wonder why,
But just as I should turn away,
Life turns out I turn your way,

O’, your love is my Golden Ticket,
Giving me a chance to win,
Making me believe in myself,
Inviting my heart to begin,
O’, your love is my Golden Ticket,
Helping me to believe,
A lifetime supply of affection,
Not confection is what I need,

Alone, I am just me,
With you, life is so sweet,
Not unreal, not love stolen,
Not pretend, you are Golden,

O’, your love is my Golden Ticket,
Giving me a chance to win,
Making me believe in myself,
Inviting my heart to begin,
O’, your love is my Golden Ticket,
Helping me to believe,
A lifetime supply of affection,
Not confection is what I need.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Thank You Pennsylvania!!

Unpublished Works, © 2002, BillyPauleyJr.*

Thank You, Pennsylvania!!

Thank you, New York City,
For standing tall inside your pain,
For reaching out from your ground zero,
Enduring freedom just the same,
In our worry and our sorrow,
In our anger and disgust,
Thank you, New York City,
For the strength you’ve given us,

Thank you, Washington, D.C.,
For your capital resolve,
For harboring our freedom,
For the terror you dissolved,
Like the words from Fort McHenry,
“And our flag was still there”,
Thank you, Washington, D.C.,
For the confidence you bear,

Thank you, Pennsylvania,
For the difference you made,
The sacrifice your earth withstood,
Surely changed our fate,
Like a hero, like a soldier,
You never questioned why,
Thank you, Pennsylvania,
For the hatred you denied,

Thank you, Pennsylvania,
For saving our lives.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Aphrodite.

Unpublished Works, © 2005, BillyPauleyJr.*

Aphrodite.

She has such beautiful hair,
Like a New England fall,
Like a sunset in paradise,
Like no other at all,
Her hair is living emotion,
Colouring her in tandem,
O’, the colour of strength,
Blending colours of abandon,

O’, her hair is beauty,
Only a goddess may possess,
Flowing sweet, like music,
Filling my heart with peacefulness,

Her hair flames like a fire,
Burning hot in my soul,
Melting my resistance,
With her whispers of gold,
Yet tranquility lies,
In her quiet earth tones,
Soft and cool with her charm,
Feeling closer to home,

O’, her hair is beauty,
Only a goddess may possess,
Flowing sweet, like music,
Filling my heart with peacefulness,

O’, her hair is beauty,
A spectrum unknown,
Like the life of a painting,
The Sunflowers of Van Gogh,

O’, her hair is beauty,
Only Aphrodite e’er possessed,
Flowing sweet, like music,
Filling my heart with peacefulness.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Cute (She Shouldn't Have To Be So).

Unpublished Works, © 2003, BillyPauleyJr.*

Cute(She Shouldn't Have To Be So).

She looks good in any clothes,
O', she looks good in none, she knows,
But she don't want the guys to see,
And treat her like a piece of meat,
O', she defends her right to flirt,
She pretends it doesn't hurt,
When some guy takes her playful words,
And makes her sorry to be heard,

O', she shouldn't have to be so cute,
She shouldn't have to, but it's true,
She's gonna wear an extra shirt,
She's gonna give you all her worse,
She shouldn't have to be so cute,

She wants attention, yes she does,
But not 'cos she's the only one,
She wants to be among the crowd,
And have her lover pick her out,
O', she admits she can't disguise,
Her sexy voice and hungry eyes,
But just because she's such a sight,
It doesn't give away the right,

O', she shouldn't have to be so cute,
She shouldn't have to, but it's true,
She's gonna wear an extra shirt,
She's gonna give you all her worse,
She shouldn't have to be so cute,

And when she no longer plays,
Don't pretend you looked away,

O', she shouldn't have to be so cute,
She shouldn't have to, but it's true,
She's gonna wear an extra shirt,
She's gonna give you all her worse,
She shouldn't have to be so cute,

She just wants the freedom to, o' yeah,
But she shouldn't have to be so cute.

-WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Way Back... Now.

Unpublished Works, © 1979, BillyPauleyJr.*

Way Back… Now.

When you were fragile and I was tough,
When blue jeans and Michelob did its stuff,
When pills and parties were really in,
When the marijuana leaf was our best friend,
When baby blue took us to the prom,
When we were chauffeured by Dad and David’s mom,
When we were sure that our love was strong,
When things were right and nothing wrong,
When we were together ‘cos we knew how,
When was this and what is now?

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Love Has No Bounty.

Unpublished Works, © 2002, BillyPauleyJr.*

Love Has No Bounty.

In a selfish world,
You can only give if you take,
Your soul is bound to suffer,
Your heart is bound to break,
O’, the ransom you want,
Is too rich for my blood,
I get what is mine,
If you get enough,

O’, when you’re counting your money,
Don’t count on me,
But when you count on love,
O’, do count me, please,
Minds they will change,
And hearts they will bleed,
But faith has no prison,
And love has no bounty,

In a world of worry,
You never learn to let go,
Does he really love you,
Will you really know,
O’, the answer you give,
Is too weak and too small,
I get what is mine,
If you get it all,

O’, when you’re counting your money,
Don’t count on me,
But when you count on love,
O’, do count me, please,
Minds they will change,
And hearts they will bleed,
But faith has no prison,
And love has no bounty,

O’, when you’re counting your treasures,
Don’t count on me,
But when you count on love,
Count me, o’, please,
Minds they will change,
And hearts they will bleed,
But faith has no prison,
And love has no bounty,

O’, you can’t be selfish,
In your worry you’ll drown me,
O’, please stay in the castle,
Of the love where you crowned me,
Faith has no prison,
Love has no bounty,

O’, faith has no prison, dear,
Love has no bounty.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Nepenthe.

Unpublished Works, © 1999, BillyPauleyJr.*

Nepenthe.

It’s the search for the nepenthe,
That finds us on our knees,
It’s the long and lonely silence,
It’s our superficial needs,
There’s a crying child within us,
Whom we spoilt for nothing less,
Than the prize we tho’t was waiting,
Which was squandered in the quest,

It’s the search for the nepenthe,
That serves our vengeful ways,
It’s the anger, it’s the spitefulness,
Controlled in younger days,
It’s the sinful vices lurking,
Pleading madly for a chance,
It’s our overbearing urges,
Calling music to the dance,

It’s the search for the nepenthe,
That claims so many souls,
It’s rapacious exploration,
It’s the digging for the gold,
Where hearts are thusly broken,
In multiples of two,
We dare throw down the gauntlet,
In the residence of fools,

It’s the search for the nepenthe,
That unveils our mortal flaw,
Our inability to controvert,
The love we haven’t lost,
It’s the sadness while in waiting,
It’s the truth while in disgust,
It’s the cognizance of perfidy,
That casts us in the dust,

It’s the search for the nepenthe,
That will claim our very life,
It’s the irony, from which it’s bred,
That calls us to our plight,
It’s the frailty of our spirit,
It’s desire to self-escape,
It’s the certainty of uncertainty,
We do not wish to face,

It’s the search for the nepenthe,
That calls us to our worst,
It’s the prayer that won’t deliver,
When the truth is in reverse,
It’s the wanting, it’s the aching,
It’s the liberating grief,
It’s the search for the nepenthe,
That finds us on our knees.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Pausal Note #7

Unpublished Works, Copyright 2009, BillyPauleyJr.*

"what is lost to the world is gained to the soul" (note to Melanie*) -WillyToad*

-from the works, Warm Tho'ts by WillyToad*

Not (That) Cute.

Unpublished Works, © 2001, BillyPauleyJr.*

Not (That) Cute.

O’, I don’t know,
Much about her,
She could be a space cadet,
She could be,
The smartest person,
I don’t know… I don’t know her yet,
But that’s what,
I’m here to tell you,
I don’t care what she can do,
Just as long,
As she’s pretty,
And, o’, that girl is cute,

O’, she’s cute,
She don’t’ need no degree,
Yeah, she’s cute,
That’s all I’ll ever need,
You may say that I’m shallow and rude,
But it’s probably ‘cos you’re not cute,

O’, I don’t want,
Much from her,
Just a little… again and again,
And I won’t take,
Nothing for it,
Just a little… again and again,
And I’m here,
O’, to tell you,
I don’t care if she hasn’t a clue,
Just as long,
As she’s pretty,
And, o’, my, my… she is cute,

O’, she’s cute,
She don’t’ need no degree,
Yeah, she’s cute,
She’s all I’ll ever need,
O’, you say that I’m shallow and rude,
But only because you’re not cute,

O’, whoever said it ain’t right,
To judge a book by the cover it’s in,
Has never seen such a night,
Between the covers of books that I’ve been,

O’, you’re cute,
You don’t’ need no degree,
Yeah, you’re cute,
You’re all that I’ll need,
O’, you say that I’m shallow and rude,
But who cares… you’re not that cute.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

The Day We Fell In Love.

Unpublished Works, © 1999, BillyPauleyJr.*

The Day We Fell In Love.

High on a mountain in West Virginia,
I still remember the day,
I looked into your eyes and saw,
The words you couldn’t say,

I still remember holding you close,
I still remember you shivering so,

It was the kiss of an angel,
A spark from the moon,
It was a gift from heaven above,
It was the greatest moment,
In our sweet lives,
It was the day we fell in love,

High on a tower in Paris France,
I still remember the night,
You looked into my eyes and saw,
The love you want for life,

I still remember holding you close,
I still remember you shivering so,

It was the kiss of an angel,
A spark from the moon,
It was a gift from heaven above,
It was the greatest moment,
In our sweet lives,
It was the night we fell in love,

Here in a moment without you near,
I still remember those times,
I look into my heart and see,
Our love will never die,

I still remember holding you then,
I still remember you and over again,

It was the kiss of an angel,
A spark from the moon,
It was a gift from heaven above,
It was the greatest moment,
In our sweet lives,
It was the time we fell in love,

It was the day we fell in love,
It was the night we fell in love,
O'... it was the time... we fell... in love.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

I Get So Lonely.

Unpublished Works, © 1981, BillyPauleyJr.*

I Get So Lonely.

How do I keep from losing you,
How do I keep including you,
How do I know your love won’t go away,
How do I keep from boring you,
How do I keep adoring you,
How do I know your love is here to stay,

Well, I don’t,
And I won’t,
That’s what makes it romantic,
And tho’ I know,
I should not panic,
Sometimes I do,
When I’m without you,
‘Cos I get so lonely I can’t stand it,

How do I keep from missing you,
How do I keep on kissing you,
How do I know your love won’t let me down,
How do I keep from leaving you,
How do I keep on pleasing you,
How do I know your love will be around,

Well, I don’t,
And I won’t,
That’s what makes it romantic,
And tho’ I know,
I should not panic,
Sometimes I do,
When I’m without you,
‘Cos I get so lonely I can’t stand it,

How do I keep from freeing you,
How do I keep on seeing you,
How do I know your love won’t pass me by,
How do I keep from fighting you,
How do I keep delighting you,
How do I know your love will still be mine,

Well, I don’t,
And I won’t,
That’s what makes it romantic,
And tho’ I know,
I should not panic,
Sometimes I do,
When I’m without you,
‘Cos I get so lonely I can’t stand it,

Yeah, sometimes I do,
When I’m without you,
‘Cos I get so lonely I can’t stand it.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Jodi.

Unpublished Works, © 2009, BillyPauleyJr.*

Jodi.

I can’t say I know just where I am,
In the story that’s written for me,
All of my endings,
Are clever beginnings,
From an author who’s pen never sleeps,
I’m a tragedy Shakespeare wouldn’t write,
A loneliness Van Gogh couldn’t paint,
But in my deepest dark,
You are the spark,
That warms me like an open flame,

Just when I tho’t I was over,
O’, I can’t get over you,
Don’t know how you turn me around,
I only know that you do,

I feel like I’ve outlived a lifetime,
Yet I wake every morning still,
In my setting sun,
The day is not done,
I find a way where it seems there’s no will,
I’m gravity without an attraction,
An ocean without changing tides,
But in my darkest depth,
You are the breath,
That fills me from the inside,

Just when I tho’t I was over,
O’, I can’t get over you,
Don’t know how you turn me around,
I only know that you do,

O’, my broken heart makes me weary,
But your unbreaking ways make me smile,
O’, and I do not know,
How you found my soul,
But I’d love you to stay here awhile,

Just when I tho’t I was over,
O’, I can’t get over you,
Don’t know how you turn me around,
I only know that you do, o’ yeah,

Just when I tho’t I was over,
O’, I can’t get over you.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

A Prayer Of Strength.

Unpublished Works, © 1982, BillyPauleyJr.*

A Prayer Of Strength.

Dear God,
I need you now,
I need your loving arms,
To sweep down and grab the plow,
For all the earth around me,
Has hardened into stone,
What once was a comfort,
Has now cut to the bone,
I haven’t a single penny,
To offer to your church,
The only thing I have for you,
Is a soul that has been hurt,
But God you know my goodness,
Has always been enough,
But how do I prove that to,
The lady that I love,
God I need some answers,
I need something fast,
How can I be beautiful,
With such an ugly past,
Nothing would mean more to me,
Than to simply call my own,
The love, honor and faithfulness,
That comes from our home,
But my pride has been to ridicule,
What slaves are to a sinner,
A sharp curtailing to the end,
For such a young beginner,
If I am to sow a seed,
Should I take a chance,
Or should I wisely choose my crop,
And ask it of your hand,
I know whatever comes to me,
Will be within your will,
The tho’t alone does comfort me,
And holds my spirit still,
Dear God, I thank you for the strength,
To turn this earth about,
And last, don’t dare let me forget,
To thank you for the plow.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

My World.

Unpublished Works, © 2003, BillyPauleyJr.*

My World.

O’, my world,
Is overrun with peace,
Love is the staple,
In my diversity,
But sadly my world,
Is just my dream,
A star in the night,
Of reality,

O’, I see the world,
The shape of the souls within,
And I see me, true,
O’, I don’t fit in,
I just won’t fit in,

In my world,
Run hearts of gold,
Truth is the wisdom,
In the treasure I hold,
But sadly I find,
Wherever I go,
My world alone,
Is no place I know,

O’, I see the world,
The shape of the souls within,
And I see me, true,
O’, I don’t fit in,
I just won’t fit in,

O’, my world,
Not the world,
When will it begin,

This world,
The real world,
O’, I don’t fit in,
I just won’t fit in.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

(She Held) Butterflies.

Unpublished Works, © 2004, BillyPauleyJr.*

(She Held) Butterflies.

On the outside she looked like a fortress,
Like a place I would never go,
On the inside she looked like a mistress,
Like a lover I needed to know,
She could snap my will in her steely way,
Grounding my strength with her style,
But in the sweetest way she was beautiful,
Softly for me she held butterflies,

O’, she was wrong for me,
In so many ways,
Yet she could melt my heart,
With her eyes,
I was trying my best,
Just to turn away,
But there, in her charm,
She held butterflies,
O’, softly for me she held butterflies,

In her silence her passion was frozen,
Her yearning so secret to me,
In her eyes my love was unbroken,
Nothing lost in her shining sea,
She could make me doubt in her loyalty,
Filling my heart with her disguise,
But in her truth she was beautiful,
Softly for me she held butterflies,

O’, she was wrong for me,
In so many ways,
Yet she could melt my heart,
With her eyes,
I was trying my best,
Just to turn away,
But there, in her charm,
She held butterflies,
O’, softly for me she held butterflies,

She seemed to hold a warning,
Daring to unfold,
But tearful eyes,
And butterflies,
Is all her heart does hold,

So she pretends to love me not,
And I, in turn, reprise,
But deep inside her stealthy heart,
Softly for me she held butterflies,

O’, she was wrong for me,
In so many ways,
Yet she could melt my heart,
With her eyes,
I was trying my best,
Just to turn away,
But there, in her charm,
She held butterflies,
O’, softly for me she held butterflies.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

A Girl Like Gladys.

Unpublished Works, © 2002, BillyPauleyJr.*

A Girl Like Gladys.

I want a girl like Gladys,
I want to feel the same,
I want a love come freely,
When I call her name,
I want a girl like Gladys,
I want a love so fine,
To say… I’d rather live in his world,
Than without him… in mine,

I want a girl like Gladys,
I want a smooth romance,
I don’t want a question,
I won’t take a chance,
I want a girl like Gladys,
I want a love divine,
To say… I’d rather live in his world,
Than without him… in mine,

A girl like Gladys,
She would… set me on fire,
A girl like Gladys,
She’s my… heart’s desire,
I think about my lovers,
How deep and dark and sad is,
Living here inside my world,
Without a girl like Gladys,

I want a girl like Gladys,
I want to hear her song,
I want to know her anthem,
I want to sing along,
I want a girl like Gladys,
I want a love of time,
To say… I’d rather live in his world,
Than without him… in mine,

O’, yeah, she’d rather live in my world,
Than without me…,
A girl like Gladys.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.