Like a sneaky cat in the fish cannery;
Ya got no right--
Always singing after midnight,
Crossing against the light...
What are you thinking when you say to me
That I'm "your" girl?
I'm nobody's girl,
Not even the wind's.
Oh, but you'll say,
When you call me "your" girl and such,
That the lady doth protest
A little too cotton pickin much.
When you call me "your" girl,
I want to strut, preen and pose,
From the protest on my lips
Down to my cotton pickin toes.
Ya got no business--
But I just want to let it drop
That since you've called me "your" girl,
It's all right if you don't stop. ;-)
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I couldn't help but hear Jackson Browne's Somebody's Baby as I read this :-)
ReplyDeleteI love that song, Mac. :-)
ReplyDeletewhere's the music?
ReplyDeleteThis is powerful.
ReplyDeleteThanks for this.
All the best, Boonsong
Even if you're nobody's girl (not even the wind's) it's nice when someone calls you "My Girl" ...or "My Chica." :)
ReplyDeleteI guess you told her. (Two snaps up). LOL! Fabulous post, beautiful words. Blessings!!
ReplyDeleteOh yes it is, Scarlet! :-)
ReplyDeleteMarion, I'm known for being pretty ferocious and stuff. Rawwr! LOL.
It's funny...I just read through the comments and I agree...where's the music. This should be a song. I see it being sung by Melissa Etheridge:~)
ReplyDeleteMelissa Etheridge! Oh yeah!
ReplyDeleteActually, I was hearing Bonnie Raitt. But now that you mention it...
ReplyDeleteI loved the last stanza. Sometimes it's a fine thing to belong to someone :)
ReplyDeleteYep, she's been told!
ReplyDeleteIt does have the quality of a song...
ReplyDeletevery cute... and I so want to be that woman in the photo!
ReplyDeleteBUT... I ain't no ones girl! :)
You tell 'em, Shay!
ReplyDeletewise-gal!
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