Who She Think She's Foolin?
Heavy raw blues drone. Girl takes abit to get going but when she does.....
Blues-based funky folk-rock, recorded with a 4-track recorder in my basement. I like my music raw and uncluttered, with lots of open space and contrast, and to be honest, my songs would be even simpler if I could manage it.
Lyrics
Who She Think She’s Foolin?
It's been another dry spell, enough to drive a man to drink
Once in a blue moon’s enough, at least that's what she thinks
Damn, she’s looking good, makes me quiver, makes me twitch
But she’s damn too over confident she’s the only one can scratch that itch.
Shy, quiet and demure, who she think she’s foolin?
After those fires get lit, she’ll have all the tomcats droolin
Well shrug off the pride and move in for the kill
Can’t blame a guy for trying but I know she probally will
Snuggle up real close, let her feel my heat
Getting this girl to go is one hell of tricky feat
Shy, quiet and demure, who she think she’s foolin?
After those fires get lit, she’ll have all the tomcats droolin
Getting a little fresh now, fumblin for that switch
Cause she knows as well as I do she’s lost when she gets that itch
Yeah I can sense it building, were easing towards the fire
Won’t be all that long now girl, and you’ll be dizzy with desire
Shy, quiet and demure, who she think she’s foolin?
After those fires get lit, she’ll have all the tomcats droolin
I got that fire stoked up nicely now, there ain’t no turning back
Sweat, desire, passion, heat, and sin of which there is no lack
I don’t even know the girl, she’s lost in some primeval state
Her body flexed, tense and hard, no love, no thought, no hate
Shy, quiet and demure, who she think she’s foolin?
After those fires get lit, she’ll have all the tomcats droolin
The firey heat of a thousand suns got nothing on this girl
There’s boundless infinite energy bound up in that tiny pearl
Lets stay up there for awhile, no hurry getting back to earth
And that shy girl emerges once again, questioning my worth
Shy, quiet and demure, who she think she’s foolin?
After those fires get lit, she’ll have all the tomcats droolin
