Flipped In A Twist!

chapter 38

        Edward pov

She was studying him like where was way to strike at him from and hit him and make and impact with him.

I even noticed the band was watching and waiting for her next move right now to see what she wants.

The band starting playing dirty now and Punch started singing to it, moving to it like she was dancing and really feeling the music all aimed at the bartender on the bar only grabbing his T-shirt never touching his ass.

That lipstick on your collar, well, it ain't my shade of pink
And I can tell by the smell of that perfume
It's like forty dollars too cheap
And there's a little wine stain on the pocket
Of your white cotton thread (ah-ah)
Well, you drink beer and whiskey, boy
And you know I don't drink red
Found it over in the corner
Wadded up on the bedroom floor
You shoulda hid it in a closet
You shoulda burned it, you shoulda lost it
Now, I'ma have to hang you out to dry, dry, dry (dry)
Clothespin all your secrets to the line, line, line
Leave 'em blowing in the wind, to say goodbye to you
(Ah-ah, oh oh, ah-ah, oh oh)
All those midnights sneaking in
"I'm late again, oh, I'm so sorry"
All the Ajax in the world ain't gonna clean your dirty laundry
If the neighbors get to asking, I won't cover nothin' up
I'll tell 'em every little detail, how you drug me through the mud
I'm gonna string up your old button down and slide it on the porch
Just in case you get the nerve to come knockin' on my door
Yeah, I'ma have to hang you out to dry, dry, dry (dry)
Clothespin all your secrets to the line, line, line (line)
Leave 'em blowing in the wind, to say goodbye to you
(Ah-ah, oh oh, ah-ah, oh oh)
All those midnights sneaking in
"I'm late again, oh, I'm so sorry"
All the Ajax in the world ain't gonna clean your dirty laundry
Ah-ah, oh oh, ah-ah, oh oh
Found it over in the corner
Wadded up on the bedroom floor
You shoulda hid it in a closet
You shoulda burned it, you shoulda lost it
Now I'ma have to hang you out to dry, dry, dry (out to dry)
Clothespin all your secrets to the line, line, line (to the line)
Leave 'em blowing in the wind, to say goodbye to you
(Ah-ah, oh oh, ah-ah, oh oh)
All those midnights sneaking in
"I'm late again, oh, I'm so sorry"
All the Ajax in the world ain't gonna clean your dirty laundry
Out to dry
To the line
(Ooh ah, ooh ah, ooh ah)

She crutched down in front of him and pushed her drink in front of him and shook it in front of his face.

"I warned you, she know. You best get to mixing her drink right now because she going to watch you like a hawk now until you do it right and it goes back into her hand." I explained to him and I stood up and behind Punch as my hand slid around her bare skin of waist because now he was mad.

Oh no not happening when I could stop it from happening to her.

Once she got her drink I offered a piggy back ride to a empty half dark booth in the corner now we could sit at alone now and I helped her climb down and scoot herself in while I sat on the outside.

Georgia peaches came on and she pulled my ass on the dance floor with her.

The woman even started moving with her moving with her and the music started over and I just stood back as just every male did and Punched lead them in the dance as she started singing it this time. People in the audience was cheering them on including me.

Way beyond the city lights
Lots of cowboys paradise
Honeysuckle on the vine
Growing up on Southern time ooh
Love to dance and we love to flirt
Ain't afraid of a little dirt
We ain't late for Sunday church
Mama raised us not to curse
Our shorts' a little shorter 'cause the sun's a little hotter
Sipping lemonade, while we're playing in the water
Oh, woah, woah oh woah, woah
Ain't nothing sweeter than us Georgia Peaches
Oh, woah, woah oh woah
There's a reason why the boys pick the Georgia Peaches
We grow where the grass is green
We got home-grown in our genes
We love country everything
From Alan Jackson to Aldean
Our drawl will drive you crazy
When we wink and call you baby
You don't stand a chance
Once you seen a southern lady
Oh, woah, woah oh woah, woah
Ain't nothin' sweeter than us Georgia Peaches
Oh, woah, woah oh woah
There's a reason why the boys pick the Georgia Peaches
Oh, ain't nothing sweeter
It don't matter where you're from, come on in and have some fun
We're gonna treat you like you're one of us, yeah, yeah
Oh, woah, woah oh woah, woah
Ain't nothing sweeter than Georgia Peaches
Oh, woah, woah oh woah
There's a reason why the boys pick, woah
Oh, oh oh oh oh
Yeah ain't nothin' sweeter than Georgia Peaches
Oh, oh oh oh oh
There's a reason why the boys pick
Ain't nothing sweeter
Ain't nothing sweeter
Ain't nothing sweeter (Georgia Peaches)
Georgia Peaches