Dry Spell

Music and Lyric by David W. Jacobsen
Copyright 2001. All Rights Reserved.

She said let's meet on Sunday
and we'll have lunch.
I thought it might mean something,
just a hunch.
But she talked about Jesus
and how my soul wasn't saved.
That's when I realized
I wasn't getting laid.

This is my life.
I'm one of many.
Not getting any.
Not getting any.

She calls me often
and we talk late.
I finally get
what I think is a date.
She says, Dave I've always wanted,
wanted bad,
wanted you to meet
my boyfriend Brad.

This is my life.
I'm one of many.
Not getting any.
Not getting any.

She sits real close
and signals fly.
I ask for answers
and she replies.
A man's got to know
just where he lies
and you'd be for me
if I liked guys.