Vandy

Your Chattanooga accent inspires me

To imagine us together in a movie,

Me as a rebel and you as my lover;

Bigger than life and in technicolor.

In the final scene, cross your lap I will die,

Yearning for but one kiss.

Oh, Vandy, what a shame,

It can never be like this.

A look on your face can change my mind

About the handsome wrecks you left behind;

A trail of broken hearts all the way to Dixie.

A man on your mind is a man at your mercy.

Here I am on my knees at the Altar of You

Still asking for that kiss.

Vandy, in your teasing grace,

Why do you treat me like this?

If I could strum a guitar I’d find a great field

And serenade the sky.

If I could write books there’d be scripture and verse

For the color of your eyes.

If I had gobs of money I’d buy myself a wife and

Pretend that she was you.

Wanna know, Vandy, what else I’d do?

If you were a kitten and I was the wolf

I’d chase you across the plantation.

On a wet southern night you’d shudder and sigh,

And surrender to temptation.

Eyes glimmering in the dark, hungry in my blood,

Waiting for you off in the trees,

I’d lick at the moon and savor the scent

Of your unshackled virginity.