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Not That Kind of Girl
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A tale of street tough romance, a Romeo and Juliet for the criminal set. Guitars, vocals, bass, piano, drums and mix by Mark Courter
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Everybody and their brother is doing it now: writing, performing and recording at home. I do it, and, in fact, my brother does too. In my case, I play guitar, bass, dabble with keyboards, mandolin, and banjo, and sing. Furthermore, I've even built two my guitars and a bass, that last of which I gave to my brother. I do it all for fun and the love of music, with no commercial aspirations whatsoever.. My gratitude to the people at the Cakewalk Forum for all their valuable advice and criticism.
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Genre
Rock Rock n Roll
Charts
Peak #33
Peak in subgenre #2
Author
Mark Courter
Rights
2012 Mark Courter
Uploaded
March 16, 2012
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MP3 2.8 MB 128 kbps 3:03
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It’s Saturday night and I gotta hot date So I shine my El Dorado with the stolen plates Get my things together, don’t want to be late Throw on some threads and then I’m out the gate She’s got rings on her fingers and rings on her toes A couple in her eyebrows and one in her nose Tattoos up above and some down below A couple in places nobody knows She’s not the kind of girl You bring home to Mom But I’m fascinated She agitates my mind She’s just what I want But concentrated Later that evening we drive out to the woods To a cozy little shack where we stash our goods Just a couple fellas sitting ‘round the shack Acting real cool when we walk in the back Calculating shares from our last take Another mark fell for our shake and bake A smile on her lips, a gleam in her eyes Sizing up the boys so she can stay apprised She’s not the kind of girl You bring home to Mom But I’m fascinated She agitates my mind She’s just what I want But concentrated Instrumental verse All of my life I’ve been a dreamer I thought to myself as we boosted a Beamer Wind blowing back her spiky hair Must I explain just where it went from there? She’s not the kind of girl You bring home to Mom But I’m fascinated She agitates my mind She’s everything I need But concentrated I’m not the kind of guy You take home to Mom So perhaps it’s fated She says what’s on her mind I’m just what she wants Now my heart’s inflated
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