The State I'm In Poem by Buddy Bee Anthony

I saw you there
'a' headin'up
the rank and file.
I hope I'll
be seein' you
'round for a while
Sweet 'n sassy
better than all the rest.
You didn't have to study
when you passed the test.
The way you move and shake it
is a cryin' shame.
Can't think about my woman
and you're to blame
God's a perfect saint
to make somethin' like you
Your hot sweet lovin ways
are for the proud and few.
Gettin
good and ready
gettin' ready to get.
so don't be messin
with the state I'm in
Gettin' good and ready
gettin' ready to get
So, don't be messin'
with the state I'm in

You're more than what it takes
to make me stop and stare.

I love the way you stink
the way you part your hair.

You move them hips
in ways that tells me
You got class.

I love the way you told that punk
to kiss your ass.

Gettin, good and ready
gettin ready to get
so don't be messin'
with the state I'm in.
Gettin good and ready
gettin ready to get
so, don't be messin'
with the state I'm in


Chorus:

Bear eat da honey
ah da bee dat sting.
Roll like tumbleweed
when the telephone ring.
when you want it
and you need it
and you're breakin'
all the rules
to get what you wanna get
When you're winnin'
but you're not there yet.
got no safety net.
Don't be messin'
with the state I'm in.
Cuz, you'd be messin'
with a heater
bigger, madder and meaner,
than The Lone Star
State Of Texas.




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Buddy Bee Anthony