83. Sweetheart.

Some of you have come to learn that I am a musician. I've been strumming my guitar and belting lyrics for years now. Unfortunately for me, I've been quite lazy with recording music this past year. I put up a new song on my old music account today called "Sweetheart". It's nothing much, but if you get the time, you should take a listen. The lyrics are below:

Oh I wanna wrestle you down to the pit

Show you how the rough in me comes right from where you live.

Take a punch just like a man to make your father proud

And hold on to the silence if you think the blow is loud.

Sweetheart, come play hard

In my yard, in my yard.

So full of mean oh you quiet thing

Stoopin' low with a heavy swing

Oh Sweetheart, come play hard.

Oh I wanna fight you fair eye for an eye

Just to prove the fight is fair when I win without a try.

Get a grip or you might slip on this mess that you have made

If you dodge my fist prepare to dip or scurry past my blade.

Sweetheart, come play hard

In my yard, in my yard.

So full of mean oh you quiet thing

Stoopin' low with a heavy swing

Oh Sweetheart, come play hard.

Maybe I'll let you win

But on second thought, I'll take you to the end.

Let you get the marks that you deserve

Let you get the loss that you deserve.

You deserve.

You deserve.

Oh, oh, oh

Oh Sweetheart, come play hard

In my yard, in my yard.

So full of mean oh you quiet thing

Stoopin' low with a heavy swing

Oh Sweetheart, come play hard.

Check it out on my music myspace at http://www.myspace.com/ambuhnicolee