This was inspired by the film “Fried Green Tomatoes”. Think little town, country feel, and an amusing twist at the end as the feared arrest was actually a crush. It needs someone to write the instrumentals who can think with a country “twang”. Any takers? (See home page for contact link)

Daring Me

Of all the people out there

He came and sat in the chair

At my Papa’s table

His face strong and proud

Though he never said it aloud

It was clear

He didn’t believe our fable

 

He just sat in that chair daring me to be there,

Daring me,

Don’t you see, he was daring me

 

Flicking his badge

Fingers nimble not numb

Thoughts became a collage

Suddenly dumb

I had no words to say

To answer that day

I knew we were found

Despite going to ground

The Sheriff had come

To see what we had become

 

He just sat in that chair daring me to be there,

Daring me,

Don’t you see, he was daring me

Don’t you see?

 

There was nothing but truth to say

No games left to play

It was over I feared

As he stroked his beard

I tried to flirt

Red lips pouted and pert

I tousled my hair

But he sat in that chair

 

He just sat in that chair daring me to be there,

Daring me,

Don’t you see, he was daring me

 

I gave him some pie

And said me oh my!

I showed a bit of leg

And finally called my friend Meg

It was time to confess

We had stolen that dress

But he already knew

No idea where he found a clue

But then I pushed up a breast

And you know the rest

 

He just sat in that chair daring me to be there,

Daring me,

Don’t you see, he was daring me

 

Perhaps you stifle a cough

To hear we got off

Let me tell you my dear

I’ve been making those pies for a year

Now on that chair he still sits

And I’m knitting baby mitts

 

He just sat in that chair daring me to be there,

Daring me,

Don’t you see, he was daring me

He had eyes just for me

Just for me.