Mixin' Up My Metaphors

I’m in a pickle without a paddle
When it comes to love I’m an uphill battle
You won’t even give me the time of day

When I speak my mind I waste my breath
When I open my mouth it’s like the kiss of death
Try to listen to what I mean not what I say

I won’t beat around the bush
I’ll shoot straight from my lips and ask it
Darlin’ can I put all of my eggs in your basket?

People say the darndest things when they fall in love
My mind starts working over-time, my tongue gets all tied up
I’m just trying to find a way to say you’re the girl that I adore
But I keep mixin’ up my metaphors

Something simple, something nice
Something that’ll break the ice
I’m gonna find the perfect words to make you mine

Girl if beauty were an hour you’d be a minute
Open mouth and put foot in it
So much for laying love on the line

But I knew we were meant to be
When you climbed out on my limb
And you told me you wanna get under my skin

Chorus

Darlin’ you’re the apple of my pie
And I love you to the core
So let’s start mixin’ up our metaphors

by kevin briody
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