Dana Carly AndrewsAfrican Lover
Folk/Acoustic Rock/AmericanaHyperLink
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song created                                

Tuesday, August 19, 2008 6:44:27 PM
song updated                               

Tuesday, August 19, 2008 6:49:49 PM
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Hungry for some lovin’ on a Saturday night
She’s not particularly picky for that certain someone right
Only wasting time, drinking wine, catching his eye
He moves one way, this, that, near
They laugh about the harlot he abandoned this year
She thinks about her African lover, why oh why isn’t she here

He’s skin starving – she’s close at hand
He’s so smooth speaking – she doesn’t understand
Why tonight it’s her he’s trying
Why tomorrow she’ll be dying
To take it back – take it off of her back

The room crumbles around them as the sun goes down
He takes her hand & leads her unsteadily around
Tripping over things, thoughts, that obstruct, mildly obstruct his way
Meanwhile she’s not really there by his side
She’s off somewhere else, somewhere beside
A dark haired woman kissing a stranger not her, not her
So she gets into bed

He’s skin touching – she’s closer at hand
He’s still smooth speaking – she doesn’t understand
Why tonight it’s her he’s trying
Why tomorrow she’ll be the one that’s crying
To take it back –

Darkness swallows her whole as he breathes beer in her eyes
She licks her lips & he does too while massaging her thighs
Paralyzed she fantasizes about the chestnut beauty kissing her here
With no objection spilling from her lips he strips her down
Still numb & stuck in stillness she feels the woman all around
Feeling sick & tired of being let down, she comes to
& feels her friend pinning her down
Down down down down down down…
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