Ms. Direction

bassy progressive surf rock revival, technical drum kit, indie rock, trumpets

Ooh, how she moved; we were breathlessly dreamin’
Behind that smile, I wish I knew what she was schemin’

Where is she? Where is she? Ms. Direction;
That look in her eyes, (ooh!) I think that’s affection;
Yeah, she gets what she wants through pure suggestion.

Where is she? Where is she? Ms. Direction;
Does she want me or is that pure projection?
Hand-in-hand or straight missed connection?

(Where is she? Where is she? Ms. Direction)

On the floor, we danced like fire;
That was that. My heart was acquired.
I pulled her aside, tried to get to know her,
But she bubbled a laugh, I lost my composure
After two or three songs and four or five drinks,
We finally found a dark corner for peace.
I asked for her number, she grinned at my tenor;
She gave me instead a night to remember.

Then the next mornin’, she was nowhere to be found,
No letter on the chest-of-drawers, no dresses on the ground.

Where is she? Where is she? Ms. Direction;
That look in her eyes, (ooh!) I think that’s affection;
Yeah, she gets what she wants through pure suggestion.

Where is she? Where is she? Ms. Direction;
Does she want me or is that pure projection?
Hand-in-hand or straight missed connection?

(Where is she? Where is she? Ms. Direction)

Who’s the real fisherman? Who’s the fish?
Why’s the slang for “good lookin’” “What a dish?”
There’s somethin’ there subliminal, I sense it there,
Don’t know if I should smile or if I should be scared
I thought I took the lead here, I might be confused.
I don’t have your number, just your memory, my muse.
So while you may be gone and never said “So long,”
We’ll dance forever here, alive in my song.

Where is she? Where is she? Ms. Direction;
That look in her eyes, (ooh!) I think that’s affection;
Yeah, she gets what she wants through pure suggestion.

Where is she? Where is she? Ms. Direction;
Does she want me or is that pure projection?
Hand-in-hand or straight missed connection?

(Where is she? Where is she? Ms. Direction)
(Where is she? Where is she? Ms. Direction)

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Ooh! She stepped in, eyes all a-smolder, Licked her lips, (ooh) just behold her! Read me like a book, set me alight, As I burned up, she gave her lip a bite. Hot under collar, I had to act, So I sidled on up and asked to dance. We twirled and we spun, shared some breath and some fun, At times, skin-to-skin, and always one-to-one. Ooh, how she moved; we were breathlessly dreamin’ Behind that smile, I wish I knew what she was schemin’ Where is she? Where is she? Ms. Direction; That look in her eyes, (ooh!) I think that’s affection; Yeah, she gets what she wants through pure suggestion. Where is she? Where is she? Ms. Direction; Does she want me or is that pure projection? Hand-in-hand or straight missed connection? (Where is she? Where is she? Ms. Direction) On the floor, we danced like fire; That was that. My heart was acquired. I pulled her aside, tried to get to know her, But she bubbled a laugh, I lost my composure After two or three songs and four or five drinks, We finally found a dark corner for peace. I asked for her number, she grinned at my tenor; She gave me instead a night to remember. Then the next mornin’, she was nowhere to be found, No letter on the chest-of-drawers, no dresses on the ground. Where is she? Where is she? Ms. Direction; That look in her eyes, (ooh!) I think that’s affection; Yeah, she gets what she wants through pure suggestion. Where is she? Where is she? Ms. Direction; Does she want me or is that pure projection? Hand-in-hand or straight missed connection? (Where is she? Where is she? Ms. Direction) Who’s the real fisherman? Who’s the fish? Why’s the slang for “good lookin’” “What a dish?” There’s somethin’ there subliminal, I sense it there, Don’t know if I should smile or if I should be scared I thought I took the lead here, I might be confused. I don’t have your number, just your memory, my muse. So while you may be gone and never said “So long,” We’ll dance forever here, alive in my song. Where is she? Where is she? Ms. Direction; That look in her eyes, (ooh!) I think that’s affection; Yeah, she gets what she wants through pure suggestion. Where is she? Where is she? Ms. Direction; Does she want me or is that pure projection? Hand-in-hand or straight missed connection? (Where is she? Where is she? Ms. Direction) (Where is she? Where is she? Ms. Direction) ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ © 2025 The Badfatler All rights reserved.

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