Tall Woman - JT Music

My hardened heart is frozen, weathered one too many winters

I no more smell the roses, I woke to watch 'em wither

I’m mister optimistic, but I’m missing my missus

So now I feel my ringless fingers reaching for my mistress

I’m afflicted with a wicked disease which I never wish to be rid of

This addiction got me stricken to my knees with obsession yet I’ve never felt

bigger

Once bitten, you’re smitten, no kiddin' no way I’ll leave unless I’m leaving

with her

Is the magic real?

Are we a package deal?

Slap a stamp on it, cause they gonna

ship us, honey

I would never try to objectify

But you’re a ten, and you got the gentlemen in line

What I lack in size, I can catch in eyes

So my lady claim your five foot seven prize, I’m a

Short man, tall woman

Hot damn, good-lookin'

I can’t stand, I’m shooken

Lord help, I’m hooked because I’m

A short man, tall woman

All glam, full bosom

Yes ma’am, your cushion

Was meant for all my pushin'

Don’t ever let her catch you with your guard down

You can bet she’ll get your heart and have it carved out

With her skin tight silk stilted in stilettos

Crimson lips glisten in the shadows

Covered in curves, and she don’t cut shallow

Got her talons in deep, keep your eyes up, fellows

Bear your fangs, baby drain me dry

I won’t even try to run away cause I’m your

Short man, tall woman

Hot damn, good-lookin'

I can’t stand, I’m shooken

Lord help, I’m hooked because I’m

A short man, tall woman

All glam, full bosom

Yes ma’am, your cushion

Was meant for all my pushin'

Watch her hair blow back as the wind just billows

Wrapped in satin are them massive pillows

No man in the Village ain’t heard of her

If a Look Could Kill, she’s a murderer

Think I’m hidin'?

Nah, I’m really lurkin'

You’re the vampire, but you got me thirstin'

So thick, let me be your feeder

Girl please turn me, I’ll be your

Short man, tall woman

Hot damn, good-lookin'

I can’t stand, I’m shooken

Lord help, I’m hooked because I’m

A short man, tall woman

All glam, full bosom

Yes ma’am, your cushion

Was meant for all my pushin'