Sweetspot


There’s no way of knowin’, no clues how to play.
Got to get to the racepin, win her at her own game.
You’re runnin’ hard, chasin’ first prize,
but try playin’ the field and enjoy the ride.

Showin’ me what she’s got – Sweetspot.
‘n’ I like it a lot – Sweetspot.
I’m ready, she’s hot – Sweetspot.
My little honey pot – Sweetspot.

Packin’ a body perfect, tied up with string.
You know that she’s worth it, so you brace for the sting.
The wind plays with her hair, the sun kisses her skin.
So close to paradise, so close to sin.

CHORUS

©21.8.2015 Andrew Robert Chapman


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