Lyrics by Bud Koenemund
Music (to be determined)
For Jenna
I can’t help but answer when she calls.
I know what she wants, but I can’t resist;
she begs, and pleads to come over,
and my ever hopeful heart will insist.
I’ll enjoy the trace of watermelon
still lingering on her soft lips,
and the intoxicating way that demon
drink makes her swing those hips.
[Chorus] Her coming here throws gas on embers that never
burned out;
But,
I can’t blame her. We both know it’s my flaw;
Re-igniting flames that’ll only warm
one of us.
No,
it ain’t the whiskey I’m singing about;
it’s
not beer, gin, or even that damned tequila;
it’s
her White Claw lies that’ll leave me a mess.
I don’t know how many she’s had, but
she’ll be mine again, for a little while.
I oughta say no; be strong and save myself,
but my strength fades every time I see that smile.
There’s no doubt it’s a mistake to let her in.
But, her arms wrap around me as she floats through the
door,
and, in an instant, I’m all hers again
before her pretty sundress even hits the floor.
[Chorus]
She’ll fulfill the promises she made on the street;
driving me wild, and messin’ up my sheets.
But, momentary happiness only leads to sorrow
when, it’s no surprise, she’s gone tomorrow.
She’ll slip away before the sun comes up;
leaving me all alone, and beggin’,
knowing I shouldn’t have believed her,
after those White Claw lies fooled me again.
[Chorus]
I can’t help but answer when she calls…
