Not So Wise

She’s as hot as biscuits on Sunday mornin’
but she can be colder than a witches tit
And when I put my right hand in her left one
It feels like a worn-in leather baseball mitt

And when I look into those turquoise eyes
There’s a whole world in there to explore
Just when I think I’ve got her figured out
She does somethin’ she’s never done before

Chorus:
Her heart isn’t an open book
I’ve had to turn every single page
She keeps her delicate issues
tucked away in a rusty cage
She threw the key to it into the ocean
that’s inside every tear she cries
And just when I think I really know her
I realize I’m not so wise

She can be as stubborn as a donkey on a trail
or as easygoing as a surfer girl on a beach
And when her soft wet lips are touchin’ mine
Everything I’ll ever need’s in my reach

And when she whispers the sweet words
I’ve been waiting all of my life to hear
What I’ve been quietly feelin’ in my soul
becomes so obvious, so crystal clear

Chorus:
Yet her heart isn’t an open book
I’ve had to turn every single page
She keeps a lot hidden inside
tucked away in a rusty cage
She threw the key to it into the ocean
that’s inside every tear she cries
And just when I think I really know her
I realize I’m not so wise

And just when I think I really know her
I realize I’m not so wise

November 4, 2018

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