tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63181140650325017532024-03-13T06:17:42.496-07:00Hits in the MakingStan C. Countzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14104456004230817655noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318114065032501753.post-3200561705480010712009-11-26T04:21:00.000-08:002009-11-27T08:02:12.934-08:00A LITTLE RESPECT<span style="font-style:italic;">© by Stan C. Countz Nov. 2009</span><br /><br />These days she’s makin’ the bacon<br />But I’m still a man last time I checked<br />My nerves are shot and my head is achin’<br />Don’t know what that woman expects<br />My patience and hair’s growin’ thinner<br />I just wonder what’s happenin’ next<br />Now when she comes home late for dinner<br />We're famished and the house is a mess<br /><br />CHORUS<br />Don’t know what that woman wants<br />To wear the pants or to wear the dress?<br />I ain’t askin’ for that much<br />And I'm tryin' to do my best<br />To feel the warmth of her touch<br />To feel her head on my chest<br />But if I can’t get no love<br />I’d settle for some respect<br /><br />I’m confused ‘bout my role in the family<br />I’m still supposed to provide and protect (but)<br />Washin’ and foldin’ clothes just ain’t manly<br />Don’t know what that woman expects<br />I ain’t a cook and I ain’t a nanny<br />Though I’m tryin’ my very best<br />I’m used to takin’ names and kickin’ fanny<br />But right now I could use a little rest<br /><br />(REPEAT CHORUS)<br /><br />Our kids are 'bout ready to leave us<br />Pretty soon, we’ll have an empty nest<br />Can’t let this challenge defeat us<br />We can ride this out and pass this test<br />But no one would ever believe us<br />Who’d believe we’d be a success?<br />Does she want to follow or lead us?<br />I'm confused, I must confess<br /><br />OUTRO<br />Don’t know what that woman wants<br />Don’t know what she expects<br />I ain’t askin’ for that much<br />Just some love and some respect<br />Ain’t lookin’ for no free lunch<br />Tired of sittin' on the bench<br />'Cuz, in this economic crunch<br />If I can’t get a little love<br />I’d settle for a little sexStan C. Countzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14104456004230817655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318114065032501753.post-26281156406178969632009-11-26T04:15:00.000-08:002009-11-26T17:17:32.507-08:00I CAN’T BELIEVE SHE’S MINE<span style="font-style:italic;">© by Stan C. Countz Nov. 2009</span><br /><br />Well I love the way she looks at me <br />When she thinks that I can’t see her <br />She probably thinks that I don’t love <br />And I don’t need her…but you know I do<br /><br />She’s the reason why I can’t sleep at night<br />The smoke in my pipe, the coat to my tie<br />The cream to my pie, the dream in my mind<br />And I find it hard to believe… she’s mine<br /><br />She’s got that look in her eye<br />The one she thinks I can’t see<br />She’s the grape to my vine<br />And it’s hard to believe… <br />She’s mine<br /><br />Like fine wine, our love gets better with time<br />She’s the sweet grape’ and I’m the rough vine<br />The magic takes place when the two combine<br />She makes me believe everything will be fine<br /><br />Everyone can see I’m a fortunate guy<br />For the life of me I just don’t know why<br />She loves me but I know that she does<br />Sure we fight but we always make up<br /><br />She’s got that look in her eye<br />And she shows me the signs<br />She’s the coke to my fries, the bee to my hive<br />And she makes me happy to be alive <br /><br />She’s got that look in her eye<br />That says she can’t be denied<br />She’s the dream in my mind, makes me think I can fly<br />And I still can’t believe that she’s mine<br /><br />Cuz she’s the moon to my shine, the fruit to my vine <br />And I find it hard to believe… she’s mine<br />I’ve gotta pinch myself each and every night<br />‘Cuz I still can’t believe… she’s mineStan C. Countzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14104456004230817655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318114065032501753.post-89507192837375882742009-11-24T19:30:00.000-08:002009-11-26T17:10:36.416-08:00LIFE'S A GIFT AND THERE'S NO RETURNS<span style="font-style:italic;"><br />Original lyrics by Stan C. Countz Nov. 2009</span><br /><br />Drivin' like a maniac on my way back<br />From a high-priced gig<br />Saw a bright red Cadillac<br />With a bike rack on the back, hit a big rig<br /><br />Pushin’ past eighty in my brand new Mercedes<br />Had maybe twenty-five miles to go<br />Before I’d see my baby<br />In my own home town, so I slowed down<br />And I’m glad I did<br /><br />CHORUS<br />‘Cuz life’s a gift; can’t take it for granted<br />I don't know how many days I've been handed<br />You'd think by now I might've finally learned<br />That life’s a gift; there ain't no returns<br /><br />Had my radio dialed to my favorite station<br />Smiled thinkin' bout my two-week vacation<br />Tank was near empty, but I was almost home<br />Chattin’ with my baby on my new iphone<br /><br />Had a lot on my mind, missed that stop sign<br />I hit the brake but it was too late<br />Was it fate or was I plumb out of luck?<br />Drove straight into an ol pick-up truck<br /><br />Dazed and surprised, I realized<br />As my life flashed right<br />Before my eyes (that)<br /><br />CHORUS<br /><br />It happened so fast, what could I do?<br />I was stuck, pinned in by that truck<br />And I could barely move<br /><br />My mind went back to a much simpler time<br />Before things got out of whack and out of line<br />If I’d had a lot less crap on my mind<br />Maybe I’d have seen that stop sign<br /><br />From what I later learned<br />The guy in the truck’s name was Vern<br />He'd been tryin’ to make a right turn<br />Now he’s on crutches with third-degree burns<br /><br />As for me and mine, I finally realized<br />When my life flashed right<br />Before my eyes (that)<br /><br />Life’s a gift; can’t take it for granted<br />Who knows how many days we've been handed?<br />To be candid, I hope by now we've learned<br />That life’s a gift and there’s no returns<br />When I forget, I think of good ‘ol Vern…<br />Life's a gift and there ain't no returnsStan C. 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