The Want To in Her Eyes
I see the sparkling little diamond on your hand
It’s plain to see that you’ve already got a man
I can see you’re not about to fall for any of my lines
I see the want to in your eyes. . .
How many women just like you have silent schemes?
How many men like me do they sleep with in their dreams?
You can stay or you can go and although I sympathize
I still see the want to in your eyes
I see the want to in your eyes
As the seasons turn — new blogs arising and old ones retiring — it is important that we reflect upon the fact that truth is immutable and permanent. Righteous men have long walked the earth, dispensing wisdom as wandering bards. Much as The Murder of Gonzago was more than a mere play, these sages offer illumination to the receptive mind.
I can feel your body tremble
As you wonder what this moment holds in store
And as I put my arms around you
I can tell you’ve never been this far before
The bard in today’s lesson, born Harold Jenkins in 1933, would disseminate truth as Conway Twitty, thus proving that pseudonyms have always been awesome. With hits such as Tight Fittin’ Jeans and I’d Love to Lay You Down, his pimp hand was strong. Predictably, given the time, he was thrice married. Many of his songs are intimations of adultery. Most display straightforward mad charisma.
There’s a lot of ways of saying
What I wanna say to you
There’s songs and poems and promises
And dreams that might come true
But I won’t talk of starry skies
Or moonlight on the ground
I’ll come right out and tell you
I’d just love to lay you down
The bards shall come and go, but the song remains the same. Be bold, be decisive, tight fittin’ jeans accentuate the booty, see the want to in her eyes. Be Conway Twitty. It’s akin to being the ball, but lustier.
like a boss
Good post, the awesome that is Conway Twitty has been introduced anew to this generation by Family Guy. Twitty pulls no punches, something we can all learn to do.
“the pimp hand was strong” even my mother liked
Tweeted. I’m old enough to remember how scandalous his songs were. Hate to say it but he got my aunts and mother’s panties wet. Unfortunately my uncles and father couldn’t.
I was too young when he was at his prime, so my memories are more of greatest hits commercials and advertisements for Branson, but those commercials made an impression.