She thinks my Jetta’s Sexy
This song goes out to two special women in my life. These are the women who have given my Jetta the occasion to have been hit twice while being parked in front of my house and highly visible.
She thinks my Jetta’s Sexy (adapted from She thinks my tractor’s sexy- Kenny Chesney)
Plowing through these streets in the hot summer sun
Bombing down the street lordy here she comes
With a car full of weed and a big cold (long island) ice tea
My Jetta has no room to move and her car climbs on up
Open up a throttle and stir a little dust
Just look at her face she ain’t a foolin me none
She thinks my Jetta’s sexy
It really turns her on
She’s always aiming
While it’s parked alonggggg
She likes the way she’s pullin’ off my rear suspension while tillin’ up my paint
She’s even kind of crazy ’bout my FOR SALE sign gone away
She’s the only one who really understands what gets me
She thinks my Jetta’s sexy
My Own Blue Eyes
I don’t pretend to have a great ability to write prose, poetry, or perform spoken word… But I do it anyways because it sounds prettier than saying, I don’t know who I am anymore.
I saw you standing there – without a song in your throat – and I pitied you relentlessly – bundling up my coat
You always thought you were the sharp one – excelling beyond my mental facilities – but when time has comes – we will see who will be likened to majesty
There you are again – sitting idly by in the same spot – how I wish I could ring your neck – tie you up with coarse rope – turn your body into knots
Yet, passing on this new day, I did something never done before – I gazed my eyes to meet your own – and the greatest shock unfolds
For the person despised was not any woman foreign unto me – not a stranger or a beggar, or that crazy neighbor we call B.
For once upon a time, I was that woman – sitting, watching, learning from the world gone by – And now passing my reflection I fail to recognize- my own blue eyes.
