Friday, June 19, 2009
Ticks and Other Pests
I'd Like to Check You for Ticks by Brad Paisley
Every time you take a sip
In this smokey atmosphere
You press that bottle to your lips
And I wish I was your beer
And in the small there of your back
Your jeans are playin' peek-a-boo
I'd like to see the other half
of your butterfly tattoo
Hey that gives me an idea
lets get out of this bar
Drive out into the country
And find a place to park
Cause I'd like to see you out in the moonlight
I'd like to kiss you way back in the sticks
I'd like to walk through a field of wildflowers
And I'd like to check you for ticks
I know the perfect little path
Out in these woods I used to hunt
Don't worry babe I've got your back
And I've also got your front
I'd hate to waste a night like this
I'll keep you safe you wait and see
The only thing allowed to crawl all over you
When we get there is me
You know every guy in here tonight
Would like to take you home
But I got way more class than them
Babe that ain't what I want
Cause I'd like to see you out in the moonlight
I'd like to kiss you way back in the sticks
I'd like to walk you through a field of wildflowers
And I'd like to check you for ticks
Now ooohhh you never know where one might be
And ooohhh there's lots of places that are hard to reach
I'd like to see you out in the moonlight
I'd like to kiss you baby way back in the sticks
I'd like to walk you through a field of wildflowers
And I'd like to check you for ticks
Oh I'd sure like to check you for ticks
Come on!
I'm sure you are all wondering what religious connotations I get out of this song. I really like Brad Paisley. It might be that he is from WV, or that I like his wife, or that I can almost always understand what he is saying. I like him for certain because his songs are clever and often funny. The videos I have seen of his music are also quite humorous. But religion?
Not on this song. I just got into a bunch of chiggers a couple of days ago, and thought it was an appropriate song. Too bad you can't check for those until it is too late, though Hubby has offered.
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