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Blow Me, Wendy
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Don't worry, there are no bad words in this song. It's just filled with many blatant puns of a certain nature. Guaranteed to get a smirk out of you!
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Self-produced, acoustic and electric, guitar-driven alternative/rock/folk/pop music with sharp, witty, and grammatically sound lyrics.
Self-produced, acoustic and electric, guitar-driven alternative/rock/folk/pop music with sharp, witty, and grammatically sound lyrics. Love songs and philosophical dissertations often merge into a single piece. Puns galore and metaphors too taut for their own good, it's all here!
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Genre
Podcasts • Comedy
Charts
#4,287 today Peak #33
#1,376 in subgenre Peak #19
Author
Brian M. Weidemann
Rights
2004
Uploaded
October 27, 2004
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MP3 2.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
This is actually the sequel to the well-unknown hidden track "F*** Me, Cheryl" from an earlier album of mine. There's a long story behind both of the songs, but I won't get into them just yet.
Lyrics
I got the girl I would never have picked, Since all my chances were too slim to constrict. But she could head in ways I couldn’t predict. I thought I had her pegged, but she’s got me licked. Oh, Wendy. I find I don’t understand How you’ve got me beat, when you’re goin’ down. She has quite the sharp tongue, but every thorn has its rose. And it’s her on her knees when it’s me to propose. I’ll catch disbelief at all her passionate throes And, among other things, it’s my mind that she blows. Oh, Wendy, should I make a request or demand? Blow me, Wendy. I came at your every command. Blow me, Wendy. I find I don’t understand How you’ve got me beat, when you’re goin’ down. Our relationship sucks, and that’s the reason I gloat. But she decided to dump me, or so that’s what she wrote. I made her swallow the pride. I can’t break up with a note. She tried to spit out the words, but they got stuck in her throat. Oh, Wendy, should I make a request or demand? Blow me, Wendy. I came at your every command. Blow me, Wendy. I find I don’t understand How you’ve got me beat, when you’re goin’ down. You’re hard to defeat when I can’t see you frown. Blow me, Wendy. Blow me, Wendy. Blow me, Wendy. ©2004 Brian Michael Weidemann all rights reserved lyrics reprinted by permission www.worldbri.com
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