I can’t control my fingers
We’ve talked about my touchy-feely ways here before. But just because I know I do it doesn’t mean I’m going to stop. And you never ask me to. I keep on reaching over and you never seem to swat me… Read more ›
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Promise you want me to stay
I know…we can’t be together all of the time. But what if we were? Would we still get so excited about being together? Would it still be as comfortable? Would I still make you laugh? Would I still make you… Read more ›
Girl Howdy live at Bubbles in the Think Tank
Somerville, Massachusetts. Not the first place that comes to mind when you’re in the mood to catch a twangy good timin’ honky tonkin’ band. But if you found yourself in Davis Square on Saturday night you were in luck,… Read more ›
He treated me so wonderfully before he lost his pants
I can’t believe how good you are to me. You always seem to know what I need and when I need it the most. A little nudge here, a small boost there. And as soon as it’s over, it feels… Read more ›