They call her Skinny Minnie,
But she’s stacked as Texas toast,
I strip her insulation, 
The kind of shock I love the most, 
With the rain at her feet, she dances naked in the street,
See her fizzle crack and pop in the moonlit concrete

This is the girl,
That keeps you up at night 
In my mind, god this must be her
She’s so damn beautiful
I think I’ll take her for myself

Have you met Midnight Madonna,
With a halo that slips down to her hips,
Loose lips don’t just sinking ships,
You know you wanna
Dive into those smoky eyes,
Make trouble in paradise,

This is the girl,
That keeps you up at night
In my mind, god this must be her
She’s so damn beautiful
I think I’ll take her for myself

Let’s not forget Miss Everything
One look 
and I’m hooked,
Love knocks me off my feet
That’s the one I gotta meet
Hi, Miss Everything….

This is the girl,
That keeps you up at night 
In my mind, god this must be her
She’s so damn beautiful
I think I’ll take her for myself
And never look back


Up at Night- Susan Durnford Tuesday 4pm class s

CHICKEN OVEN

Breakin' fast, washin' out
Carrots, corn cobs draining,
Rainin' hard, breaks the drought,
Sound of burnt butter stainin'
the fry pan
Cookin' chicken for my man

Roads go dead, slick as sweat
Troubles stuck to my knife,
Onion stings my cheeks wet, 
Beat that bird back to life,
Cold, my blood ran,

Cookin' chicken for my man

Diggin' under the skin,
Gotta pluck it apart,
Pluck it down to the bone
Say a prayer for the heart

Baby's hummin' her time, singing' soft and raw
Chicken in the oven for my man.

songwriting 1 - tuesday 4pm - Nicolette and Susan- Instrumental

Ain’t good with words
But my hands know ‘bout servin’  
Like songs know birds 
Weather man says its raining 
Carrots, corn cobs draining,
Sound of brown butter staining
The fry pan, 
 
Cookin’ chicken for my man

Roads dead slick sweat,
Troubles stuck to my knife
Onions sting cheeks wet,
of the world’s luckiest wife

Mama’s hummin’ a long to her cherished song
 
I get under the skin
Oh I pluck it apart, 
Pick it down to the bone,
But God blessed the heart,

Baby’s strummin’ her time with lovey love songs
He should be home by ten
Chicken in the oven for my man


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