Everybody down in Houston calls him "Texas". Everybody way up North calls him "Cornbread". You shoulda heard the way that his momma called him "baby", Daddy called him "boy", his friends call him "crazy". Shoulda just called it like I saw it. Shoulda just called for help and ran like hell that day. The burn and the sting, and the high, and the heat, and the "left-me-wanting-more" feeling when he kissed me. I shoulda just called him "Whiskey". Warm my body to the core just like a blanket. His face was so sweet then he took my breath away. Hit me so hard like a rock through a window. I knew I was in trouble from the moment I met you, boy.
Posted on: Fri, 19 Jul 2013 17:55:04 +0000