Keep Chasin' Skirts(and You'll Just Catch Hell)

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Keep Chasin' Skirts (and You'll Just Catch Hell)Showed her my Meat Loaf poster, 'neath a purple thumbtacksaid he's a strong survivor, bet he'll make a comebacktold her how I liked, the fire in her cheeksshe loved how I spiked, Mr. Pibb with Sneaky PeteLawd, I won't forget her, how that angora sweatertore my will like a paper shredderfrom the neck on downour mamas were servin' t-bones, smothered in smoke and steaksauceour papas were downstairs, watchin' Dallas in the playoffsthough she was sure polite, all thank yew, ma'am n sirshe whispered durty that night, upstairs alone with herher hair was a lake of fire, and my young desiregave it wood to go even higher...cold sweat on my browwell, my hands were goin' placesjust my eyes'd been beforethen I saw our dads' red facesat my bedroom doorlater dad yelled "keep chasin' skirtsand you'll just catch hellsure these hot spitfireslook good for a spellbut when you gonna learnplay with fire and you just git burnedmark my words keep chasin' skirtsand you'll just catch hell"showed her my Meat Loaf tickets, 'neath a rusty thumbtacksaid I never doubted, that he'd make a comebackfrom the bright red lipstick, on her half-smoked Kentit looked like chick's hot lips, had burned both endsher eyes shined like gemstones, she burned hot as brimstonewith that copper skin-toneand blonde hair on her headthough her four inch high heels, were just Payless brand xher bisquits sure looked smokin', cookin' in that spandexbut I didn't see her douse, her Kent in my jug of ryecos my eyes were buggin' out, at the tattoo on her thighwell, they got a wicked glimmer, as I peeled the clothes off that sinnerlike foil from a Hungry Man dinnerthere on my waterbedthought I smelled somethin' smokin'and my sheets were all ablazethen like a Sunday sermonI could hear my father say"keep chasin' skirtsand you'll just catch hellsure these hot spitfireslook good for a spellbut when you gonna learnplay with fire and you just git burnedmark my words keep chasin' skirtsand you'll just catch hell"well, me n that shady ladyran like bats outta hadesmy waterbed burst and put that fire outbut watching it all left no doubtkeep chasin' skirtsand you'll just catch hellkeep chasin' skirtsand you'll just catch hell..(c)2006 Robert George