Backwoods rockin’ country
Co-written
A modified, slightly different version of the original, a song from a woman’s perspective to men who come onto her strongly based only on her looks when she already knows it could never work. There’s certain types of women that understand this.
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Tinder Box – Lyric Sheet (female version)
written by D. Beeler/ S. Trepeaux
There’s a difference in your kind,
of four roses and mine.
You buy me the pretty ‘n sweet,
I like a sippin’, stingin’ thorny type.
There’s a sayin’ that opposites,
tend to attract just fine.
But fire and water yield to the stronger,
only harmonic on steamy nights.
You’re driven to love that lasts,
like a stunned moth intrigued by flames.
But not knowin’ the heat ‘n burns to come,
make your fantasy reality’s pain!
So don’t try ‘n light it up Boy,
just ‘cause ya wanna’ be with me.
I’m a blowin’ north wind,
you’re a fireball whisky.
We’d strike a volatile spark in the dark,
where flickers grow out of control
But you’re just a tinder box.
So when I snuff it out,
just walk away don’t kiss me.
I’m like flint skipped stone,
heat’s touch shatters quickly.
We don’t need an open case of charcoal,
where nothin’ and love never grow.
You’re just a tinder box Babe,
I’d only need you when I’m cold.
When I’m cold!
Ya wanna’ strike like a Diamond match,
nothin’ but a disaster forecast.
Ya wanna’ ignite in passion fast.
Nothin’ burnin’ down here quite like that.
‘Cause women like me, know women like me,
and guys like you ain’t ever gonna’ see.
‘Cause women like me, know you’re outta’ your league,
lookin’ in a cold ash pile for a flame with me!
So don’t try ‘n light it up Boy,
just ‘cause ya wanna’ be with me.
I’m a blowin’ north wind,
you’re a fireball whisky.
We’d strike a volatile spark in the dark,
where flickers grow out of control.
But you’re just a tinder box.
So when I snuff it out,
just walk away don’t kiss me.
I’m like flint skipped stone,
heat’s touch shatters quickly.
We don’t need an open case of charcoal,
where nothin’ and love never grow.
You’re just a tinder box Babe,
I’d only need you when I’m cold.
When I’m cold!
When I’m cold.
We don’t need an open case of charcoal,
where nothin’ and love never grow.
You’re just a tinder box Babe,
I’d only need you when I’m cold.
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