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Kate Reid
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I'd Go Straight for Ridley Bent
I was playing this festival just off Commercial Drive The house was packed and I was making people laugh I was the first act 'cuz nobody knows my name
And when my set was done, I went outside To get some air and Ridley Bent was standing there and he said to me “Great set, Kate. I think your words are sweet.”
I smiled and mumbled something like “thanks” and then my knees went weak And my cheeks went pink and I couldn't think of Anything else to say
Chorus: I'd go straight for Ridley Bent He's bloody brilliant He ain't bad looking too He's a guitar magician He's a hot damn musician He makes me want to tack a gun rack Up in the back of my Subaru
Then, Ridley steps up in front of the crowd And he wowed them and the applause was loud He's spins tales on his ax that puts Hunter S. Thompson to shame
He's a small town dude with big city attitude He does this whole slick hick-hop trip And I dig it, daddy-o, Yo.
Talk about hick, I grew up in the sticks So, Ridley and me, we'd make a good mix I'd go on a bender with the guy and play guitar licks all night long
I'd slug back Prairie Fires under a Tequila Sunrise with him 'Cuz he brings out the alcoholic, acid-popping, rebel in me See, me and Ridley, we was meant to be
Chorus: I'd go straight for Ridley Bent He ain't bad looking too He's bloody brilliant He's a guitar magician He's a hot damn musician He makes me want to tack a gun rack Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Up in the back of my Subaru
Ridley makes me miss my good, ol' bad days Drinking beer with the boys in a fatty haze Smoking butts and cussing like a trucker Motherfucker
And when I listen to him sing so sweetly I'm amazed at how he can string together those words so neatly And I wish I didn't quit heterosexuality
Chorus: I'd go straight for Ridley Bent He's bloody brilliant He ain't bad looking too He's a guitar magician He's a hot damn musician He makes me want to tack a gun rack Up in the back of my Subaru
So, Ridley, I'm kinda confused Cuz even though I like your music, I'm not straight I'm a singer-songwritin' dyke with a microphone
And you're a gee-tar slinging demon And you probably got yourself lots of beautiful, straight women And you're a looker but I'm a little too crooked for you
So let's just pick up a 12 pack of bottles Throw an old pick-up into full throttle Kick back, shoot the shit and just laugh
Chorus: I'm not straight, Ridley Bent But you're bloody brilliant And you ain't bad looking too You're a guitar magician You're a hot damn musician You make me want to tack a gun rack Up in the back of my Subaru
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