Timothy Franz Geithner ( /ˈɡaɪtnər/; born August 18, 1961) is an American economist, central banker, and civil servant. He is the 75th and current United States Secretary of the Treasury, serving under President Barack Obama. He was previously the president of the Federal Reserve Bank of New York.
Geithner's position includes a large role in directing the Federal Government's spending on the late-2000s financial crisis, including allocation of $350 billion of funds from the Troubled Asset Relief Program enacted during the previous administration. At the end of his first year in office, he continued to deal with multiple high visibility issues, including administration efforts to restructure the regulation of the nation's financial system, attempts to spur recovery of both the mortgage market and the automobile industry, demands for protectionism, President Obama's tax changes, and negotiations with foreign governments on approaches to worldwide financial issues.
Geithner was born in Brooklyn, New York City, the son of Deborah (née Moore) and Peter Franz Geithner. His father was the director of the Asia program at the Ford Foundation in New York in the 1990s. Geithner's father is of German descent, and Geithner's paternal grandfather, Paul Herman Geithner (1902–1972), emigrated with his parents from the Thuringian town of Zeulenroda to Philadelphia in 1908. Geithner's mother, a Mayflower descendant, is from a New England family. Geithner's maternal grandfather, Charles Frederick Moore, Jr., was an adviser to President Dwight D. Eisenhower and served as Vice President of Public Relations from 1952 to 1964 for Ford Motor Company.
Whoa!
She a big chick,
Big ol' legs,
Big ol' thighs,
Big ol' hips,
Big ol' ass,
Big ol' tits,
She so big!
Won't nobody even try to reach her mind
Age 14,
Eyes green,
Young tender, supple, and fine,
Hear them,
all those oohs and ahhs slip as she lick her lips,
Oh, they want to fuck her,
The want to rub their dicks on her precious clitoris,
They want to watch them big gold titties settle and part a bit,
They want to talk about it,
Tell it,
Spread it,
Relive the conquest,
How they beat on that ass and how the knock that shit,
Don't stop,
Won't stop,
To recognize that there's more,
More underneath that thickness,
That sweet and round brown young tender thickness,
Now they like her quiet and eager,
Sweet and meagre,
Shhhhh!
Don't you complain about my other women,
Just drop that big thick ass on my stiffness,
Make me nut all up on your gut with the quickness,
Don't stop,
Won't stop,
Lift it,
Yea girl lift it,
Lift it baby,
Drop it again,
Cause I aint your tribesmen no more,
I aint your friend,
Come on girl just let me in,
Let me into all that thickness,
That sweet and round brown supple bigness,
Cause she so big won't nobody even try to reach her mind,
She's been degraded, exploited, NOT celebrated,
Saturated with self hatred,
Let me say that again please:
She's been degraded, exploited, NOT celebrated,
Saturated with self hatred,
Cause every time she turns on the TV,
What does she see, big ol' booty,
And it don't have nothing to do with the song,
Thus, her definition of beauty,
Thus, her definition of beauty,
Oh, oh, oh Lord,
Oh Lord,
Oh Lord,
Let her,
Let her recognize the magnificence you've created,
Lift her,
Lift her,
Lift her,
Let her be elevated,
Let her be elevated,
Lord, Lord,
Let her be elevated,
Let her be elevated,
Cause she is so big,
She so big,
She so big,
She so big,
She so big,
She so big,
She so big,
She so big,
Let her be elevated,
Let her be elevated.
Give it up for the weakness
I'm afraid I can't speak of this
The clock ticks and I'm out of time
But I don't really want to say goodbye
And I'm stuck in a phase
Don't want to show it
I don't want to let you know
I'll look away
I'm so tired
I don't want to let you go
Ways to waste it
I'm so attached and I can't shake it
So exhausted, I can't fake it
Conscious but I've got to make it
She's waking up in a liquor cabinet
She can't move and I can't stand it
She's waking up in a liquor cabinet
Conscious, but she's got to have it
Give it up for the weakness
You don't want to see me like this
The ground shakes and I can't feel time
And I don't want to see you lose that shine
So give it up for the last call
Another night up against the wall
Blood shots and a scotch no ice
And this is going to be my last goodbye
And I'm stuck in a phase
Don't want to show it
I don't want to let you know
I'll look away
I'm so tired
I don't want to let you go
Ways to waste it
I'm so attached and I can't shake it
So exhausted, I can't fake it
Conscious but I've got to make it
She's waking up in a liquor cabinet
She can't move and I can't stand it
She's waking up in a liquor cabinet
Conscious, but she's got to have it
Wake me up tonight, I've been dreaming, screaming
I've been wasting my intentions on someone who won't hear this song
And you can take my breath away
And I could leave this place today
And it's a long way home and I ain't scared to do this on my own
Ways to waste it
I'm so attached and I can't shake it
So exhausted, I can't fake it
Conscious but I've got to make it
She's waking up in a liquor cabinet
She can't move and I can't stand it
She's waking up in a liquor cabinet