New Song: Skinny White Ass

Skinny White Ass

He gave me his number
And a wink shot bright to my face
Said I could use him anytime
How I pleased

Then he’s holding a tinny
And I’m holding my breath
First time I got rotten
Better find me a cigarette

Cause I want this like mad
Tell myself it goes to my head
Not gonna fall for another too fast
Not another skinny white ass

Clock’s whispering 1 a.m.
Thoughts climb ‘round in our heads
I’m relishing union
While he dreamt of Marianne

This lust I received like a
Swift kick in the teeth
They’ve gone flying rockets
So much for fidelity

Cause he wanted her like mad
Told myself she’ll go right to his head
Not gonna fall for another too fast
Not another skinny white ass

No worries
You’ve got this one, Ace
Now bugger off
No worries, Ace

Now I’m starting to wonder
Lost in his avocado chair
Does this boy get lonely?
Is that why I find myself here?

But he tasted just like sunshine
From that down under land
Seduced all good intentions with
His sweet sunburn hands

Cause I wanted him like mad
Tell myself he goes to my head
So I'm not gonna fall for another so fast
Not another skinny white ass
Skinny white ass

New Song: Nicotine

This song came alive because of the Beaners challenge, writing to a prompt: priorities.

Nicotine


I once met a guy
Up in a winters tree
Couldn’t make time for me
As far as I could see

Cause he had trapped a
Flying ballerina
In his icy bough cause he heard
She’d dance for a fee

But I wondered what if I became that woman somehow?
And I wondered what if I let the woman down?

But is she free if she’s addicted to nicotine?
But is she free is she’s a woman in need?

She waved hi to me
Pleading “Couldn’t you set me free
Cause I’m afraid I’m in danger of
Falling from his tree.”

So I punched the guy in the nose
Can’t believe that she chose
Running from the clutch of
His solid frame

And I wondered what if we knocked him to the ground?
Then I wondered what if we couldn‘t find a way out?

But is she free if she’s addicted to nicotine?
But is she free is she’s a woman in need?

So we ran hand in bloody hand
This broken window now where we stand
But looking in there was only
A reflection of me

Freezing cold, we sisters had ran
Addicted to a man, fast as we could
Then the mouth of our ghost spoke
“Hey, can I bum a smoke?”

How can she be free if she’s addicted to nicotine?
How can she be free is she’s a woman in need?
How can she be free if this is her priority?
How can she be free if she’s addicted to nicotine?