she came to my front door
looking every bit a mess
a million-dollar body in a twenty-dollar dress
she leaned in closer to me
she smelled of sweet perfume
i asked her what she needed
she said "you know what to do"
i'm singin hey yeah
i took her black umbrella
i told her not to cry
she said "ain't nothing wrong, i just got something in my eye"
i asked her what it was
she said "the object of my dreams"
said "i don't understand"
she said "you know just what i mean"
i'm singin hey yeah
--
and she's just so predictable, typical
i know it's only physical, habitual
it only makes me miserable and cynical
but she's simply irresistable
--
she's not one to stay 'til morning
no she left at 4am
i gotta let her go or she'll be at my door again
and i ain't gonna see her
til the summertime comes
she's hotter than a pistol
when she's under my thumb
The riotous new LP from Joey Sweeney is full of jagged-edged, bristling Americana. 50% of the vinyl proceeds benefit Rock to the Future. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 23, 2018