Smooth Talker

April 6, 2025 at 2:53 PMv4

[Verse 1]
I saw her standing by the bar,
Shining like a midnight star.
Leather boots and cherry lips,
My heart did thirty backflips.

I took a breath, I struck a pose,
Fixed my hair, adjusted clothes.
I walked on over feelin’ brave...
Then my mouth began to misbehave.

[Chorus]
Ssssmooth talker, I am not,
Every word I’ve got is t-t-tied in a knot.
She looked at me and smiled so wide,
While my brain and mouth just c-c-collide.
Oh no, not again...

[Verse 2]
She said, “Hey there, what’s your name?”
I tried to speak but it never came.
I cleared my throat, gave it a go:
“H-h-hi, I’m J-J-Joe…”

[Verse 3]
She said “Joe? That’s cute.”
 “Y-y-you're c-c-c-c—”
She said “Confused?”
 “C-c-c-c-c-crazy beautiful!”
She laughs “Well, you’re adorable.”

[Chorus]
S-s-s-smooth talker, I pretend,
But my tongue just wants to bend.
My mind says “cool,” my mouth says “why,”
Guess I’ll flirt with a st-st-stutterin’ hi!

[Bridge]
I don’t need slick words or charm,
I got awkward as my lucky arm.
And maybe she don’t mind the glitch,
'Cause she laughed and gave my hand a twitch!

[Final Chorus]
S-s-s-smooth talker? Nah, not quite,
But she stuck around all night.
Maybe being real’s the secret move—
Even if you can’t s-s-s-s-smoothly groove.

[Verse 1] I saw her standing by the bar, Shining like a midnight star. Leather boots and cherry lips, My heart did thirty backflips. I took a breath, I struck a pose, Fixed my hair, adjusted clothes. I walked on over feelin’ brave... Then my mouth began to misbehave. [Chorus] Ssssmooth talker, I am not, Every word I’ve got is t-t-tied in a knot. She looked at me and smiled so wide, While my brain and mouth just c-c-collide. Oh no, not again... [Verse 2] She said, “Hey there, what’s your name?” I tried to speak but it never came. I cleared my throat, gave it a go: “H-h-hi, I’m J-J-Joe…” [Verse 3] She said “Joe? That’s cute.” “Y-y-you're c-c-c-c—” She said “Confused?” “C-c-c-c-c-crazy beautiful!” She laughs “Well, you’re adorable.” [Chorus] S-s-s-smooth talker, I pretend, But my tongue just wants to bend. My mind says “cool,” my mouth says “why,” Guess I’ll flirt with a st-st-stutterin’ hi! [Bridge] I don’t need slick words or charm, I got awkward as my lucky arm. And maybe she don’t mind the glitch, 'Cause she laughed and gave my hand a twitch! [Final Chorus] S-s-s-smooth talker? Nah, not quite, But she stuck around all night. Maybe being real’s the secret move— Even if you can’t s-s-s-s-smoothly groove.