Bare Bones, by Alexander Hudjohn

Bare Bones

from We Don't Need A Map by Alexander Hudjohn

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lyrics

I can't sing like Austin Lucas.
Or play like Chuck Berry did.
My talents won't impress you out of that dress.
But my words just might win me a kiss.

Your freckles sure look pretty.
In the soft neon glow of bar light.
I'd venture to say.
There's some guy on his way.
But for right now that some guy is I.

Can I buy you a drink home Amanda
Before this conversation heads south.
I'm picturing you and I, bare bones and bare thighs.
Your strawberry lips on my mouth.

Can I carry you out to your Chevy?
Are you sure that you're OK to drive?
I've had a few too, but if it's alright with you.
I'd be a happy to give you a ride.

There's a bear trap on I-84.
But I know the back roads to dodge park.
With this half a jug of wine.
And whats left of the night,
We'll be fumbling for clothes in the dark.