She was hanging out in Charleston,
Chewing on some bubble gum with her baby, Ruth.
She had a couple of peeps,
And they were like the three musketeers.
She wasn’t looking for a mister,
A good bar was all she wanted that night.
Neon lights and watch a lemon drop,
Into an ice cold beer.
I was poppin’ tops at whatchamacallits,
With him and him, she forgot her wallet,
But I had a hundred grand,
Cuz it was pay day at the docks.
Well, her bourbon was fine, but her scotch was better,
She snickered at me when I first met her,
Now she gives me her kisses,
And buddy, they’re red hot.
As we look up at the Milky Way,
Watch the stars burst our way.
I try to make my move, but her fingers are pushing me back.
Watch her wax lips melt on mine,
Watched her walk away for good this time.
Girl it must be jelly cuz jam don’t shake like that,
And I wanna be where you’re at.
As we look up at the Milky Way,
Watch the stars burst our way.
I try to make my move, but her fingers are pushing me back.
Watch her wax lips melt on mine,
Watched her walk away for good this time.
Girl it must be jelly cuz jam don’t shake like that,
And I wanna be where you’re at.
Yeah, it must be jelly cuz jam don’t shake like that,
And I wanna be your Kit Kat.
The latest from Smoking Flowers blends rich Americana and driving riffs with haunting atmospherics to exuberant effect. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 9, 2018