Ok, so here are a couple of songs I wrote for 12-String, when I was still writing songs. They're actually the two I lost and just ended up saying screw it about writing the songs :). The first one is the song that Keith wrote while sitting and waiting out in Nashville. Think of it as country twang with a rock beat. Yes, there is a LOT of sarcasm in this song.

My Own Person(You're Not for Me)

Spoken: Momma always said there'd be guys like this.

Here I am, in the foot of your buildin
All I can do is think, I am wonderin'
How a guy like you can leave me sittin', waitin'

What about this feels like love,
What about this feels like honor
You will do your best,
But baby, it's not good enough.
What about this made you think
that you were good enough for ME!!
I am smart enough to know when you're no good
You're not for me.

Something in your eye said love
When you called down from above
All my heart did need was a little shove, my dove

What about this feels like love,
What about this feels like honor
You will do your best,
But baby, it's not good enough.
What about this was the clue,
that made you treat me like you do
I sit here in my room and think about you
You're not for me.

Am I your little brainless fool
did you think I'd touch your tool
Dirty man, I'm still in school, and I'm cruel?

What about this feels like love,
What about this feels like honor
You will do your best,
But baby, it's not good enough.
What about this made you think
Here was someone old enough to drink
I try and try to wash your taste from my mouth
You're not for me.

The second, well, I'm not even sure where it really came from and I had no clue where to work it into the story. It would likely have replaced the descriptions of Daddy's Little Princess (a song I might eventually actually write :) and become that song.

What you see is what you get (Dance for you)

I put on a dress for you
It's tight and shows my curves
Its red, or black, or white, or blue
And makes me want to dance

My hair is styled just right
My lipstick shade is there to tease
And when I meet you late at night
I get out on the floor and da-ance!

I dance to show you how I feel,
I walk and strut and tease,
Everything I show for you
Is this look a lie? Please!
(pause/dead air)
What you see is what you get!

If boots are made for walking
These heels tear through your soul
And so you know that I'm not mad
I get out on that floor and dance

I'm a very simple girl
I never meant you any harm
Sitting her next to you, Boyfriend
Only makes me want to da-ance!

I dance to show you how I feel,
I walk and strut and tease,
Everything I show for you
Is this look a lie? Please!
(pause/dead air)
What you see is what you get!