Monthly Archives: February 2023

I Know She’s In Heat

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sing drag it out slowly    H-e-r       S-h-e

I know she’s in heat

Wants a piece of me

Everything’s for free

Even gave her dignity

The air in here has changed

So horny looks deranged

You’ll give me everything

If I show you ding-a-ling

Sexy when she’s hot

Her aplomb is forgot

The animal inside wants

 to hop on for a ride

Can you smell her sex?

Can you see her hex?

Being next to her well

She has no innocence

Loving is not cheap

With her you will weep

Chew up all your time

Hell, you’ll even lose your sleep

I know she’s in heat

Wants a piece of me

She says she’ll never leave

Has it hiding up her sleeve

Can I touch your heart?

Will you let me start?

Cupid gave a bow to me

Arrow flew past dart

I know she’s in heat

Wants a piece of me

Everything’s for free

If I will let her be

She wants to know the time

She wants to steal my rhyme

Her loving will cost everything

Even worthy dying

She wants to take my seed

She wants to take the lead

I know what she thinks she wants

If only she succeeds

I know she’s in heat

She wants a piece of me

She said she’ll give me everything

She’ll even waive her fee

Is she in her time?

Excuse me I’ll use rhyme

I’ll use the words to shut my mouth

You can sew with twine

Loving her is wrong

That’s why I wrote this song

Sitting in a chair didn’t

Even take that long

Sitting in a chair didn’t

Even take that long

Andrew Stuart Buchanan

I Can’t See Where You Are (or watcha doing)

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The Boofer will readily admit that all of his first songs were written about, or too, Cara. He is completely over her now but this is an old one.
Not too sure if we can rightly call this Punk but the feedback makes me think it is okay to do so. Any complaints can be forwarded, in triplicate, to the hole in my head.
We used to think that we had to sing in a U.S. accent to make it buyable/believable. We have since had “a moment of clarity” and now think our Kiwi accent is now do-able

I can’t see where you are

or watcha doing

I don’t know your address

or who you’re screwing

You still love me babe

‘cause it’s still showing

Watch me eat my dust

‘cause I’m still going

Your name is still tattooed up on my arm

I heard You sold our house

And bought a farm

The interest is still piling up around you

I stayed up late against the night

your curfew

I’m going to take my love to open court

That’s really not my date that’s an escort

You stomped upon my love you fucking tart

You pulled out and trampled on my heart

I don’t know how you are

Or where you’re going

But watch me put the brakes on

You’ll start slowing

The answer has been there

From the start

You can be Picasso

I’ll make art