Curvaceous Wimmin

(Tune: Honky Tonk Angels)

 

I couldn't tell your form when you wuz dancing

An' I couldn't read yer number, for the phone

But there's somethin' I jes' gots to tell you

So I wrote it in the words of this song

 

Cho:

Ah diddn' know Gawd made curvaceous wimmin

Ah been blinder'n a bat since I was new

Praise the Lord that they now allow touching!

Cuz it let me use my Braille techniques on you!

 

I was drawn inter yore club by all the music

And the laughing and the smells seemed pretty fine

And it weren't no darker than whut Ah was used to,

An' as I sat there I had one thing on my mind

 

(Cho)

 

 

Well, I heard the City Council got enlightened

An' took pity on the poor folks who is blind

So Ah called out for the pretty dancer, Sookie

Cuz that one thing sure was heavy on my mind!

 

(Cho)

 

Now Miss Sookie she was glad to be obligin'

An' she came up close an' whispered sweet an' more;

But when I set to learn some more about her,

Well, I nearly dropped poor Sookie on the floor! 'Cuz…

 

(Cho)

 

Now, Ah'm getting used to this great revelation!

An' I think I like the new perspective more.

Cuz there's something but them gentle curves pneumatic

Which will always call me back, dear, to your door!

 

 

(Cho)

 

An' Miss Sookie, well she says that she adores me,

Jes' as long as I will shout her one now an' then.

An' she says she thinks my Braille investigations

Are much better than she gets from other men!

 

(Cho)