Happy Canada Day Holiday!

The last two Februarys, I’ve been trying out a thing called “February Album Writing Month” (FAWM). Like NaNoWriMo, it’s community of writers who get together to write a lot in a short space of time, in this case, an album’s worth of songs in the shortest month of the year. my husband and I tried it last year (I write words, he writes music, so it seemed the perfect collaberation) and really enjoyed it. Even if we did end up frantically trying to get everything recorded at midnight on Christmas Eve so we could give our parents copies of “our” CD the next day!

We did it again this year, although with Baby P on the way, I’m not sure they will all get recorded before Christmas. However, as a practice, I wrote a few sets of alternative lyrics for popular existing songs and I thought I’d share one with you. These are my alternative lyrics to the Brad Paisley song, “Still a Guy”, which I recommend in its own right, but also to get the most of this post you probably need to have heard the song first. Enjoy!

I’m Still A Girl

I still cry at movies like Bambi,
Although I like to think that I’m tough
When I see a tree, then I just have to climb it,
But I bruise if I try to play rough,
You’re probably glad that I’m not into makeup
that it won’t take me hours to get dressed,
I wear jeans and check shirts, but I love my desserts,
Remember, I’m still a girl.
 
When you see a car, you think engines,
And you stick your head in the machine,
You get nought-to-sixty and cylinder size,
I’m hoping they make it in green;
Well all hair and nails, I could not be accused of,
Though in a weak moment, I might,
Brush the first, paint the last, take a trip to the mall,
It’s true to say, I’m still a girl.
 
And I’ll play air guitar
Drive a tank for a car,
And I won’t let the world see me cry,
But I’ll wear FMBs,
And a short LBD,
To get wolf-whistles as I walk by…
 
I can hear you now talkin’ to your friends,
Saying “She’s pretty cool for a wench,
She may coo at kittens, but never at kids
And she loves her adjustable wrench,”
But when I want a backrub,
I do mean a backrub,
And I’ll die for a massage dont well,
Hey now, what can I say at the end of the day,
Honey, I’m still a girl.
 
And I’ll play air guitar,
Drive a tank for a car,
And I won’t let the world see me cry,
But I’ll wear FMBs,
And a short LBD,
To get wolf-whistles as I walk by…
 
I’ll never start spending on facials,
Manicures, wax and botox,
Or need a whole cupboard, just to store shoes
Or keep every hat in a box
Yeah, with so many girls doing things I can’t fathom,
Sometimes I wish I was a guy,
But I still like to flirt,
I look good in a skirt,
Yeah honey, I’m still a girl.
 
I may not be a WAG
But I’ll keep my handbag
Oh thank God, I’m still a girl!
 
 
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