Crack the whip by the Spinto Band
I'm nervous when im near you as If I am falling in,
In Love with someone else,
And it doesn't really matter if she can't speak all that well,
If she wont talk i dont care,
'Cuz i dont wanna break your heart,
Don't wanna let you go,
Im in love so whenever we're apart But that dont mean I wont want more so,
Give me a chance, I promise i will come back,
Honey, this is a bitch I just have to scratch,
All things considered, I'm not much of a sinner,
But something tells me that I am missing out,
Something about looking at you makes me want to blink like I'm scared of a man this big,
but old jokes are just that, old,
I guess, what should I expect,
What trite line will you give me next,
But i dont wanna break your heart,
Don't wanna let you down,
I'm in love with you so hear me out,
all I want is to look around,
Im nervous when im near you,
oh I've such a mind for this,
Cause it's a finite number of times before I catch the drift.,
But I dont wanna break youer heart,
Just wanna get you back,
Im in love with you so hear me out,
How I just want to be your man,
Give me a chance, I promise i will come back,
Honey, this is a bitch I just have to scratch,
All things considered, im not much of a sinner,
But something tells me that I am missing out
Floyd told him to play the chord. It had been forever since Rosco had even picked up his guitar. This was just silly, he thought. Floyd had been after him ever since they'd talked at Gordy's.
"Gordo plays less than I do." Rosco shook his head, no. "No way will we be able to play at open band night."
"Where did you come up with that? Gordo." Floyd stared at him.
"Emily." Rosco rolled his eyes. He didn't really want to think about her now.
"Did you break up with her?" Floyd sat there in Gordy's basement setting up his guitar.
"No." Rosco swung his pick at the guitar then. "Her parents don't want me seeing her."
"That is fucking wrong, you know that." Floyd told him. "You take her to the emergency room cause you think she's sucidal and this is the thanks you get?"
"Aw, she's taking all these tests. They think she's bipolar." Rosco was pretty sure he needed a break from Emily. If he had enough sense, he'd just stay away from her.
"Man, that's a bitch." Floyd grabbed a beer from the fridge then. "And you still moved in. Bitch'n."
"Well, you can't come over all the time. I gotta sleep, dude." Rosco played a bit from a song he used to play with his brother. He remembered it. He smiled. Wondering if his brother ever thought of him, anymore. He couldn't remember the last time they talked.
"You know, you like it when I bring you beer." Floyd grinned.
"About that, you drink all of it."
Finally, Gordy got there with his electric guitar. He took an empty spot where the TV used to be and set up.
"Guys, I can only stick around for an hour. That's all I got in me." He looked at Rosco who just nodded.
"You know what we forgot." Floyd looked lost for a moment. "Drums. Wasn't somebody gonna play drums?"
"Just shut up, Floyd," Gordy said. "Lets just practice."
