Well, I've thought long and hard about posting this one. It is a little peek into my naughty side. It was written aspecifically (without any one person in mind) almost two years ago, and in my excitement of having written it, and sharing it, it actually managed to tweak one friend (whom mistakenly thought I wrote it for her, even with the included copyright note) sufficiently, that we still haven't recovered. So, I realize that it is powerful. Which is why I am sharing it.
Yes, it is naughty, even lewd. It might offend, and in the least, I would hope that it evokes "something" of a response. And, as it evokes that response, look at the response to these words on digital paper. The response is yours - it is your "response-ability" quite literally.
Consider your self warned.
I have sung it to my self enough times that at some point I will record it and push it out to the world...
Hungry
(C) Dave Cox - 2010
-- Sung to 12 bar blues
Girl, you make me hungry
Hungry for your cherry pie...
I say, girl, you make me so hungry,
Hungry for your special cherry pie
With that deep down sort of hunger,
some little cream puff just can't satisfy.
Girl, you make my mouth water,
just thinking 'bout peaches and cream...
Just a whiff makes my mouth water,
You bring the peaches, I'll bring the cream...
Make me wanna lick my fingers,
And you know just where they've been...
I love to eat your fruit tart,
your papaya surprise,
and when I lick the frosting,
I just stare into your eyes -
baby, you make me so hungry
'cause it feels so good inside...
They say girls are made of sugar,
and girls are made of spice
A little bit of sugar,
A little bit of spice,
But you got made a little tart -
and i find that kinda nice...
I wanna meet you in the kitchen,
We can cook up something sweet,
Nibble on your cupcakes,
Wrap your pastry round my meat,
Babe you you get me cookin’,
Cookin’ in your heat...
I tell you, girl, you make me so hungry
Hungry for your homemade cherry pie...
you know, girl, you make me hungry,
Hungry for that fine cherry pie
With that deep down sort of hunger,
some little cream puff just can't satisfy...
