The Proposal Song

I don’t want to love someone out of spite
I just wanna be yours, your only Mr. Right
I wanna love you dear with all of my might,
Oh, I just wanna be your man, your Mr. Right

There you are, coming up with excuses again
Sayin’ you only can be my closest friend
You don’t wanna be more than a one night stand
You just wanna cuddle and hold my hand

Well I don’t wanna get in a dishonest fight
I just wanna be the last one to say goodnight
I wantcha to know that I won’t ever bite
I gotta be the one who’s gonna hold you tight

Through every little problem that you face
In situations where you feel out of place
Though every heartbreaking family tragedy
The one I hope you’ll always count on is me

I swear I’ll do anything to make you mine
You’ll be my eternal and special Valentine
In darkness you feel, I wanna be your light
Cause you deserve the one who’s Mr. Right

And why do I think, my dear that man is me?
Oh sweetie, review our complete history
At first it seemed like such a crazy mystery
But now it’s only you, honey, that I see

If you were Mrs. Wrong, by now I’d know
I’d quit and enter another romantic rodeo
I’d end up being some woman’s Mr. Right Now
So darlin’, you’ll have to show me how

To prove to you I’m not like those other guys
Who turned you from naive to bitterly wise
It took me me years of thinkin’ every night
That it’s clear to me I’m your only Mr. Right

You’ve gotta know in your soul,
It’s a thing you cannot control
I’m your you’re destiny, your fate
I know I’m a few years late
But now I’m enlightened by foresight
The whole reason for this song
Was to tell you they’re all wrong
And we are meant to be
I’m your only Mr. Right
And I’m here to set you free

You’re my one and only Mrs. Right
I’m asking you, my dear, to marry me

July 11, 2018

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When We Make Love She Cries

She’s done all kinds of therapy
The kind I’m never there for
When she’s done I pick her up
She stays silent & I’m still sore

There’s things she won’t tell me
The kind of things I need to know
Without intimacy in our marriage
There’s no trust & nowhere to go

And when we make love she cries
And I think I’ve hurt her so bad
Then I ask her why she’s so upset
And she yells, oh man she gets mad
I don’t know if it’s me who’s the cause
I’m just tired of the many secrets & lies
And all I think about while she’s sleeping
Is why when we make love she cries

Can’t be my tender & soft kisses
Can’t be the way I massage her hot bod
I can’t believe our love is in vain
Or some kind of extravagant facade

Is it something that happened to her
A trauma damaged her so much
That she can’t handle our lovemakin’
Maybe she’s sensitive to my touch

Cause when we make love she cries
And I think I’ve hurt her really bad
Then I ask her why she’s so upset
And she yells, oh man she gets mad
I don’t know if it’s me who’s the cause
I’m just tired of the many secrets & lies
And all I think about while she’s sleeping
Is why when we make love she cries

The sad part is it’s no longer a surprise
When we make our soulbinding love,
No matter where we are, day or night
When we make our sweet, honest love she cries

The love of my life can’t tell me why she cries.

July 5, 2018

His Poor Hand

He was at a high stakes card game
Right above Drifters in Bloomington
From the looks of him you could say
He wasn’t having a lot of fun

He was losing his money faster than you
could call him an unlucky sumbitch
But this is how things changed so fast
How he won it all then strutted out rich

It was all in how he played his poor hand
It was all in how he played his poor hand
He confused them with his tell
Some would say he played it well
It was all ’cause he knew how to win
with his poor hand

He only had a few chips on the table
Looked at the others, n glanced at her
Then he flipped up his top card slowly
Asked more credit from the banker

He threw his whole savings into the pot
And his face had a smirk then a smile
All the players misread him and folded
They thought it wasn’t worth their while

Little did they know
He’d win it all by workin’ with his poor hand
He’d win it all by workin’ with his poor hand
He confused them with his tell
Some would say he played it well
When he won that high stakes game
with his poor hand

So now, when I play Blackjack in Reno
I don’t have to count cards or cheat
I just play the way my Daddy taught me
Above Drifters, he didn’t miss a beat

And it works better when I’m not drinkin’
When I’ve had a good steak dinner meal
It helps me lie well, cause they’re thinkin’
My confidence in my play is very real

Most of the time I win with a poor hand
Most of the time I win with a poor hand
I confuse them all with my tell
Those bad cards I play so well
Like Daddy once won that big stakes game
with his poor hand

Like back then
when Daddy won that high stakes game
Where he gained some local Fame
He also won the heart of that dame
with his poor hand

With his poor hand.

June 20, 2018

Ballad of Sugar Booger & Ellie Mae

She called him Sugar Booger
‘n he didn’t mind one bit
He wasn’t rich or very poor
He was heavier ‘n not so fit

They got along like best friends
Grew closer with each passing day
Yeah, she called him Sugar Booger
and her name was Ellie Mae

Ellie Mae had golden curly locks, ‘n
sweeter than German Chocolate Cake
She loved housework and lemonade
Stayed busy while she was awake
Sugar Booger drove a Chevy truck
he bought with cash in 1988
before he met dear sweet Ellie Mae
Before they combined their fate

Sugar Booger collected hats & lighters
and Ellie Mae loved to cook
If Ellie Mae wasn’t in the kitchen
She was likely reading a book

She loved romantic Southern Novels
and he watched Bonanza on TV
Whenever they were together
they were where they loved to be

Ellie Mae had golden curly locks n’
sweeter than Loganberry Pie
A typical country girl she was –
She told the truth & never lied
She was faithful to Sugar Booger
even when he was tempted to stray
There’s never been a love like theirs
Sugar Booger and Ellie Mae

They both came into some money
but they didn’t move far away
They liked their eleven-acre property
It was there they wanted to stay

But someone heard of their windfall
And one hot night in mid-July
Sugar Booger ‘n Ellie Mae were murdered
and they never caught that guy

Ellie Mae had golden curly locks ‘n
Sweeter than Loganberry Pie
A typical country girl she was
She told the truth and never lied
She was faithful to her Sugar Booger
Until they died side by side
When the news spread all over town
They all were scared and horrified

For their sweet Ellie Mae
and her dearest beloved, Sugar Booger
They cried and cried and cried….

June 18, 2018

Lyrics Notes: I just loved this popular nickname Southerners give their husbands and I knew I had to write something that included it. A small tale about a sweet country couple who didn’t deserve their grisly fate.

Relentless Party Chick

There you are, Relentless Party Chick
You drink too much cause your man’s a prick
You’d rather get rowdy and dance on the bar
Relentless Party Chick, there you are

I’m here all the time & see you go to town
Settin’ up cowboys then knockin’ ’em down
’cause he’s workin’ all night, you get out & play
Then he knows you’re in bed sleepin’ all day

And there you are, Relentless Party Chick
Drinkin’ too much whiskey ’til you get sick
You’re a twistin’ tornado, raisin some shit
and you’re so damn pretty, lookin’ healthy & fit

But you’re hurtin’ deep inside
Fillin’ that empty void
And I’ve seen him here with you
Feelin’ sad and annoyed
I saw the red in his eyes
as he noticed the guys
Who hug you & touch you
It’s clear he’s gotten wise

So there you are, Relentless Party Chick
And there he still is, being a total dick
I saw him in here havin’ lunch at noon
with a younger woman he’s seen since June

That’s why you’re hurtin’ deep inside
Fillin’ that empty void
Turns out he’s just actin’
like he is mad and annoyed
I saw the red in his eyes then
but now they’re baby blue
’cause Relentless Party Chick
he’s about to leave you

Yeah, Relentless Party Chick,
he’s about to leave you.

May 2, 2018

Lyrics Notes: Shelly Peiken writes a great blog and has written fantastic songs. In her recent blog post, she talks about the promoting sexuality in songs and I agree it’s gone pretty far. Sex sells. But what about honesty in songs and setting up themes within them that can be the type that people can learn from? In these above lyrics, I explore a theme involving a party girl, her boyfriend, and the girl in-between. It’s a toxic relationship filled with dishonesty between lovers and total disrespect. I think exploration into themes like this will offset the fantasy and get more realistic about what happens in relationships when people would rather avoid the most crucial part of their relationships: The Truth.

Get Out of Town

She said she was in love with me
I am positive now she had lied
She said she was feeling feelings
She couldn’t keep them inside

She had me meet her Momma
She introduced me to her Dad
But this is what he said to me
During the only talk we ever had

He said get out of town
My daughter’s not right for you
She’s too young and inexperienced
I’m afraid you’ll break her heart in two
I looked at him and his college degrees
in frames hung on his office wall
Feeling so shot down and small
and said, “Can I just be her escort
to her future debutante ball?”

He agreed I should and we shook hands
And she looked so sweet that night
But when I explained I was moving away
She got upset and we had an awful fight

She was yelling and making a scene
She threw her drink in my stunned face
And all I could do was stand there
As she stormed out of the place

She said get out of town
Go on then, don’t ever come back
I’ll find a better boy and you’ll be sorry
I don’t know why I fell like that
And it broke me, I felt ashamed
Doing what her Dad told me to do
But if I hadn’t done all of that
I wouldn’t have ended up with you

Solo Break, then

She said get out of town
Go on then, don’t ever come back
I’ll find a better boy and you’ll be sorry
I don’t know why I fell like that
And it broke me, I felt ashamed
Doing what her Dad told me to do
But if I hadn’t done all of that
I wouldn’t have ended up with you

No, if I hadn’t done all of that
I wouldn’t have ended up with you
No, if I hadn’t done all of that
I wouldn’t have ended up with you.

April 18, 2018

Here, Take My Bike

She was frantically runnin’ late
To work early in the mornin’
And she couldn’t find her keys
I said, “You can’t take the truck,
The tank is almost on empty
And needs some antifreeze.”

She was in a mess,
Wasn’t wearing a dress
So, I told her with a smile
She could take my Harley
I handed her a helmet
And said, “You’ll arrive in style.”

Chorus
And I wish I knew before she left home
That was the last time I’d see her face
Or I would have taken her instead
You can’t ride on ice like you’re in a race
I miss her smile and her sweet olive eyes
She knew exactly what I liked
Now she’s buried six feet under
All ‘cause I said, “Here, take my bike.”

The coroner told me privately
When he got there to the scene
He couldn’t find her at first
He saw the twisted bike
The hardly dented Peterbilt
And I expected the worst

He found her in a muddy ditch
Her body was missing the head
They found it across the street
Her ribcage was punctured
Her arms and legs were dangling
Barbed wire wrapped her bloody feet

Bridge
The moral of the story, the lesson I learned
Is if you don’t think twice before you decide
Someone might die, someone could get hurt
All ‘cause I suggested the wrong thing
Think ’bout this tale of that poor female
She’s the reason why I wrote this song to sing

Chorus
How I wish I knew before she left home
That was the last time I’d see her face
Or I would have taken her instead
You can’t ride on ice like you’re in a race
I miss her smile and her sweet olive eyes
She knew exactly what I liked
Now she’s buried six feet under
All ‘cause I said, “Here, take my bike.”

All ‘cause I said, “Here, take my bike.”

March 15, 2018