a silly little thing that just popped in my head ...
My mouth writes checks that I just cannot cash.
I see a barroom queen and I start winking.
Her biker boyfriend wants to kick my ass.
When I'm drinking I really use my head.
I try to get some honey in my bed.
There's just one little problem
I'm thinking with the small one.
Some jealous man wants to see me dead.
Don't blame me, the liquor does the talking.
It seems that I just come along for the ride.
I drop a line or two, then some dude starts squawking.
He's coming after me to tan my hide.
When I'm drinking I really use my head.
I try to get some honey in my bed.
There's just one little problem
I'm thinking with the small one.
Some jealous man wants to see me dead.
Take a word of wisdom from me, my friend.
Don't let that devilish brew take control.
It can be the beginning of your end.
When ol' John Barleycorn takes your soul.
When I'm drinking I really use my head.
I try to get some honey in my bed.
There's just one little problem
I'm thinking with the small one.
Some jealous man wants to see me dead.
Poetry by justaguy
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Written on 2010-11-15 at 02:14
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Drinking Does My Thinking
Sometimes my drinking does my thinking.My mouth writes checks that I just cannot cash.
I see a barroom queen and I start winking.
Her biker boyfriend wants to kick my ass.
When I'm drinking I really use my head.
I try to get some honey in my bed.
There's just one little problem
I'm thinking with the small one.
Some jealous man wants to see me dead.
Don't blame me, the liquor does the talking.
It seems that I just come along for the ride.
I drop a line or two, then some dude starts squawking.
He's coming after me to tan my hide.
When I'm drinking I really use my head.
I try to get some honey in my bed.
There's just one little problem
I'm thinking with the small one.
Some jealous man wants to see me dead.
Take a word of wisdom from me, my friend.
Don't let that devilish brew take control.
It can be the beginning of your end.
When ol' John Barleycorn takes your soul.
When I'm drinking I really use my head.
I try to get some honey in my bed.
There's just one little problem
I'm thinking with the small one.
Some jealous man wants to see me dead.
Poetry by justaguy
Read 529 times
Written on 2010-11-15 at 02:14
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