Songs Written & Published Here by Kira Harlamor

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No More Tears From Iron Man

By Kira Harlamor

A tribute song for Ozzy Osbourne’s Passing

No more tears is what the Iron man sang

Mama I’m coming home

No more tears 

No more  tears

Mama I’m coming home

No more tears as Mr. Crowley lay dead

No more tears as the Iron man bled 

Mamma I’m coming home

Voices are calling from inside my head

Shot in the dark Mr. Crowley lay dead 

No more tears as the Iron man bled 

No more tears 

No more tears

Mama I’m coming home

Crazy

Cause that’s how it goes

Maybe it’s not too late

To learn to love and forget how to hate

No more tears 

No more tears 

Mama I’m coming home 

I’m getting off that crazy train 

And stepping into the sane 

Changes 

Are all about time 

And I’m so glad I got to share mine

No more tears 

No more tears 

Mama I’m coming home 

War pig minds plot with destructions 

As I rock out to your evil delusions 

Sitting in the dark with no confusions 

I lay to rest 

in peace and conclusions 

Pay no mind to any false allusions 

I’m in heaven with no more tears

No more tears 

No more tears 

Mama I’m home

“Tuesday Night”

By Kira Harlamor 

“Tuesday Night”

By Kira Harlamor 

Singer/Songwriter

@americansongwriter

It was a Tuesday night

when we started to fight

I couldn’t concentrate any longer

We used to laugh and play

make love into a game

we had so much fun each day

Until that Tuesday night

when we started to fight

I couldn’t concentrate any longer

Oh the days when we played

they all went away

our love faded instead of getting stronger

Oh I thought way back then

when I sat with my friends

that our love would never fade

until that Tuesday night

it all came alive

I couldn’t concentrate

On Tuesday night

when we started to fight

I couldn’t concentrate any longer

We used to laugh and play

make love into a game

I thought our love was stronger

Until that Tuesday night

when we started to fight

I couldn’t concentrate any longer

It was a Tuesday night 

when we started to fight 

I could not concentrate any longer 

I thought about way back then 

when I sat with my friend 

thinking we’d be so much stronger

We used to laugh and play 

make love into a game 

we had so much fun each day 

Until that Tuesday night 

when we started to fig

I could not concentrate any longer 

I lost my inner peace 

as I fell to my k

praying God to help us 

You made me believe 

our love we achieved 

was so much more that I adored you 

Until that Tuesday night 

when we started to fight 

I could not concentrate any longer 

To see your face 

look at me that way 

broke my heart into pieces 

I didn’t think our love 

would fade until that day 

It was a Tuesday night 

whenw we started to fight 

and I could not concentrate any longer

“Golden Coast  Heatwave”

By Kira Harlamor 

That Golden coast heatwave’s 

driving me away

It’s like I’m torn between the summer

and the cold winter day

How I love to feel the water

and get that golden tan

But I keep on thinking

‘bout that snow up in my hand

Oh, that golden coast heatwave’s 

Got me burning in the sand

and I can’t help but thinking

‘ bout the snow in my hand

It’s like I’m torn between the beach

and that golden sand

or the winter in a cabin with the snow in my hand

Oh, that golden Coast heatwave’s 

Got me burning in the sand 

and I can’t help but thinking

‘bout that’s snow in my hand

Oh, that golden coast heatwave’s 

got me driving away

Should I stay here for the summer

or just fly away

Oh, that golden coast heatwave’s 

got me burning in the sand

and I can’t help but thinking

‘bout that snow up in my hand

“Hello My Modelo“ 

A Drinking Song 

By Kira Harlamor 

Hello my modelo

I’m the young fellow who can’t wait much longa to cheers and holla 

Putting that glass up to my lips acting like you’re my first kiss

Hello my modelo 

I’m your fellow

holla holla holla 

Hello my modelo 

I‘m the young fellow 

I’ll be your bitch if you let me kiss those big juicy round wet lips 

“Hello My Modelo“ Christmas Version:

Hello my modelo

I’m the young fellow who can’t wait much longa to cheers and holla 

Putting that glass up to my lips acting like you’re my first kiss

Hello my modelo 

I’m your fellow

Fa la la la la la la la la 

Hello my modelo 

I‘m the young fellow 

I’ll be your bitch if you let me kiss those big juicy round wet lips 

Fa la la la la la la la la 

Hello my modelo 

I’m the young fellow who can’t wait much longa to make you holla 

Put that glass up to my lips acting like you’re my first kiss

Holla this with those big juicy round wet lips 

Fa la la la la la la la la 

holla holla holla 

Hello my modelo 

I’m the young fellow who can’t wait much longa to make you holla 

Put that glass up to my lips acting like you’re my first kiss

Holla this with those big juicy round wet lips