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LYRICS

Up For Me: ©2004 listen
Lyrics by Cheryl Bendig, Paul Bendig
Music by Cheryl Bendig, Paul Bendig, Tony Burke, Pat Eickenroth

(v1)
You've been uptown, knocked down, drinking half the night
You've been tossed up, thrown out, give that lime a bite

You strut right up to me, and think you'll have your way
I toss you back, but there's something that I ought to say.

Are You Up for Me
Are you up for me
Everything you've ever done, I've probably done it twice
And though I look good standing here,
I'm really, not that nice.

(v2)
You've been picked up, poured out, Salty little smile
Got a bite to ya, boy do ya, Man I like your style.

You strut right up to me, and think you'll have your way
I toss you back, when I really ought to run away.

Chorus
I'm a straight up body shot Sunrise in my eyes
No training wheels on these heels Make you lose your mind.

You strut right up to me, I think I'll have my way
I toss you back, but there's something that I ought to say.

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Fretting For Nothing ©2004 listen
Lyrics by Cheryl Bendig
Music by Cheryl Bendig, Paul Bendig, Tony Burke, Pat Eickenroth

You call about a quarter to two
I'm busy working but I'm thinking of you
You call about a quarter to three
Tell me about how much you're missing me.
You want to see if you were on my mind
You were fretting for nothing, I'll be home on time.

You call about a quarter to four
I'm busy working, baby, watching the door
You call, about half past five
Getting me in trouble 'cause you're calling all the time
You want to see if you were on my mind
You were fretting for nothing, I'll be home on time.

No need to wonder, no need to call
No need to worry about anything at all
I'm packing up, I'm on my way
Gonna rock you baby all night all day

I call about a quarter to eight
Been home since seven and you're running late
I call about nine of five,
Even as I dial I see your lights in the drive
Ain't going to tell you what was in my mind
I was fretting for nothing, now you're home on time.

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Empty Pockets ©2004 listen | reprise
Lyrics by Cheryl Bendig
Music by Cheryl Bendig, Paul Bendig, Tony Burke, Pat Eickenroth

I've got empty pockets, and old shoes
Got a threadbare coat, got the unemployment blues
Where are all the factories?
I can't make it if I'm making fast food deliveries.

Got a nice clean record, I can't deliver anyplace
Been knocking on doors, see them slamming in my face
Don't want no state clerk looking down on me
I'd rather spend my last dollar betting on the lottery.

Don't want to clean their rooms, don't want to operate their slots
Don't want to serve their drinks, bag groceries at the save-a-lot.
All the good jobs gone overseas,
I can't make it if I'm working in the tourist industry.

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Musta Been Fun ©2004 listen
Lyrics by Cheryl Bendig, Paul Bendig
Music by Cheryl Bendig, Paul Bendig, Tony Burke, Pat Eickenroth

(v1)
Wake up moaning, with a raging thirst
And a burning sensation that can only mean another tattoo

Grab a quick shower, get my shirt off the floor
Hot black coffee, and an ice cold mountain dew

Chorus
Highway, traffic stuck
Gotta Lotta stuff to do
Hands on the wheel,
Isn't moving, isn't moving, isn't moving .. (repeat)

Must have been fun, must have been all right
Must have torn it up Must do it all again, tonight.

(v2)
Roll on moaning, with an aching face
Rope burned wrists, and I lost my favorite shoes

Got a vague memory of last night's escapade
And that burning question: What the hell did we do??

(chorus)

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Don't Call Me Baby ©2004 listen
Lyrics by Cheryl Bendig
Music by Cheryl Bendig, Paul Bendig, Tony Burke, Pat Eickenroth

Dancing at the nightclub, take a break to rest
Fella on the barstool says, 'Baby you're the best"

Don't call me baby
I'm not your baby
You can't call me baby,
Cause you ain't no daddy to me.

What's a babe like you, doing in this place?
Come here often baby, I think I've seen your face,
Don't call me..

Try to tell them not to, but the point's already moot..
Soon as I get angry they say, "Baby, you're so cute."
Don't call me..

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Mirror, Mirror ©2004 listen
Lyrics by Cheryl Bendig
Music by Cheryl Bendig, Paul Bendig, Tony Burke, Pat Eickenroth

Bleeding fingers, spinning wheel
Shards of glass in my heels
Mirror, mirror, in the dark
Take this crystal ball apart

Braided hair makes flimsy rope
Poison apple in my throat
Raven hair has turned to grey
Ruby lips fade away.

Don't want to look, don't want to see
What this evil world has done to me
Mirror, mirror in the dark
Take this crystal ball apart

Tarnish on the jeweled crown
Moths and spiders in my gown
When does maiden turn to crone?
Slay your dragons on your own.

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