Sunday, August 19, 2012

Thesy


Saw you walking through the door
Couldn’t feel my feet on the floor
Wrote your name upon your coffee cup
Today’s the day I get to fill you up
She drives me crazy
It’s that pretty girl Thesy

The way those blue jeans hugged your hips
And how it felt when I touched your lips
What was that tingle going down my spine
My heart was pinging like fishing line
Oh, I don’t know what it was
It was that pretty girl Thesy

I was wondering Could I call you up
Come and get you in my pick up truck
We could go and take a hike
Or anything else that you would like
And by the way Thesy
You know you drive me crazy

The way those blue jeans hugged your hips
And how it felt when I touched your lips
What was that tingle going down my spine
My heart was pinging like fishing line
Oh, I don’t know what it was
It was that pretty girl Thesy

Drove up the hill going to pick you up
We’ll sip cold beer from a plastic cup
Looking down from the Hollywood sign
My heart’s still pinging like a fishing line
You drive me crazy
You’re a pretty girl Thesy 

The way those blue jeans hugged your hips
And how it felt when I touched your lips
What was that tingle going down my spine
My heart was pinging like fishing line
Oh, I don’t know what it was
But what it was was crazy
It was that pretty girl Thesy
You’re a pretty girl Thesy 
Be my pretty girl Thesy

© 2012 Paul Mize

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