LGBT, Narrative, Slow Jam, Burt Reynolds
LYRICS:
Bought my last last pack of smokes with quarters
Now I can’t afford the train
So I’m walking to the High Hat Club to make some change
He’s always sittin’ at the back,
His favorite place to settle.
He never looks up once while I’m up checkin’ levels
He ain’t Mr. Universe, more like Mr. Ashtabula
And yeah he turns me on
But he’s straight as a ruler.
It’s been raining all day
But it’s a clear black night
Don’t need your blue skies
Just your clear black night
A look of recognition and it’s back to his magazine
It’s all I wanted now I’m back to my fantasy
But now I’m moving closer and he smells of mesquite
He’s a real man’s man – but not the kind that would be into me
Of all the words I had, I finally had to settle
“Has anyone ever told you you look like Burt Reynolds?”
It’s been raining all day
But it’s a clear black night
Don’t need your blue skies
Just your clear black night
I been looking all around but I ain’t seen a thing
That’ll take him off my mind and I just can’t tell him
I been sniffing all around but I ain’t smelled a thing
That’ll take him off my mind, no I can still smell him
It’s been raining all day
But it’s a clear black night
Don’t need your blue skies
Just your clear black night