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It's been too long since I wrote a jazz song, so I decided to return to my favorite genre. I tried to capture the kind of song they would have played in jazz clubs back in the day. Imagine a smoky room at 3 a.m. in some dive with a quartet and a 'girl singer'. I had so much fun with this one. For the lyrics (to keep with that period feel) I played around with cliches, and had a blast doing it.
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Lyrics
Smooth as silk, slick as oil
Sly as a fox, you're never true or loyal
You're a rake, a bounder, a rascal, a cad
Why, oh, why do I like my boys bad?
You set your sights in that smoky room
Helpless as a kitten, I sauntered your way
You smiled, you laughed, enjoying my doom
I couldn't resist that black hair touched with grey
:;Refrain::
You put on airs; lived like a king
I thought you were the man that you pretended to be
The bills came in and I paid everything
A wink, a kiss, and a slap on the tush was your currency
:;Refrain::
You stole my heart, and all my rings
You took my natural pearls but skipped the cultivated
I should have known I'd lose all my things
You wouldn't even breathe without being compensated
::Refrain::
::Some noodling around::
::Refrain::
I don't know...
Loverboy...
Come to Mama.
©Copyright November 2004 by Joanna Sandsmark
Sly as a fox, you're never true or loyal
You're a rake, a bounder, a rascal, a cad
Why, oh, why do I like my boys bad?
You set your sights in that smoky room
Helpless as a kitten, I sauntered your way
You smiled, you laughed, enjoying my doom
I couldn't resist that black hair touched with grey
:;Refrain::
You put on airs; lived like a king
I thought you were the man that you pretended to be
The bills came in and I paid everything
A wink, a kiss, and a slap on the tush was your currency
:;Refrain::
You stole my heart, and all my rings
You took my natural pearls but skipped the cultivated
I should have known I'd lose all my things
You wouldn't even breathe without being compensated
::Refrain::
::Some noodling around::
::Refrain::
I don't know...
Loverboy...
Come to Mama.
©Copyright November 2004 by Joanna Sandsmark








































Wow! What an amazing voice. Gorgeous! This is your
medium, jazz that is. You were born to sing this kind of
song. And your lyrics are fantastic. Thanks for another
great song. I personally hate bad boys, but whatever. With
such a voice you can sing anything and I'll listen.