Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Wrestling With A Heart Attack




Participating in ABC Wednesday letter W...with an instrumental for the young at heart♫♪

1. Blond and blue eyed in her jeans, gripping the wheel of her jeep
Casting her eyes down my way making my heart leap.
She passes by smiling and, tapping the horn, it beeps.
I’m on the side lines
with high hopes she will notice me.
Wrestlin’ with my heart,
she hamstrings  me.

Refrain
So wrangle this, and wrangle that.
I’m all a twist. Imagine that.
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2. Hallways are crowded yet I feel all alone of all things
Books by her desk, she grabs her bag by its purse strings.
She stops to talk, and I am saved the bell, it rings.
I’m on the side lines
with high hopes she will notice me.
Wrestlin’ with my heart,
she hamstrings  me.

Refrain


I’m wrestling with a love attack.
She has me up against my back
She’s tied my heart.  There is no slack.
I hope she will notice me.
Wrestlin’ with my heart,
she hamstrings  me.

So wrangle this, and wrangle that.
I think I’m whipped. Imagine that.
(repeat and mixed)
Wrestling with a love attack. I’m all a twist
She has me up against my back. I’ll wrangle that.
She’s wrestling with a love attack. I think I’m whipped
She has me up against my back.  I’ll wrangle that.

She’s tied my heart
there is no going back.



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