That bug took her by surprise,
knocked her down in the first round,
it pasted her mouth shut.
She didn't make a sound for days,
the fever took her out,
she was poppin' aspirins.
Normally,
I'd tell her
to bite the bullet,
take a shot of whiskey
& call me in the morning.
But I'd never wish
the devil on her tongue.
So tonight,
I'm dreamin' of
black tea and roses
for that sweet baby.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 10:04 PM UTC
That bug took her by surprise,
knocked her down in the first round,
it pasted her mouth shut.
She didn't make a sound for days,
the fever took her out,
she was poppin' aspirins.
Normally,
I'd tell her
to bite the bullet,
take a shot of whiskey
& call me in the morning.
But I'd never wish
the devil on her tongue.
So tonight,
I'm dreamin' of
black tea and roses
for that sweet baby.
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