Happy Birthday Beer Bytch!








She sits upon her wooden throne
surveying all the land.
She doesn't care what's going on
As long as she hears the band.

She's got it bad this young nymph
for guys in Wrangler jeans;
She doesn't care if they are smart
or dumb, or somewhere in between.

She gazes across the Stetson filled room
looking for her prey,
She spots a victim, zeros in;
Oh shit not him he's gay!

Perhaps a good old married man
that might do the trick.
But everyone that catches her eye
Turns out to be a prick.

She pours her self tequila,
chases it with ice cold beer;
Sometimes she sits and wonders
What the hell am I doing here?

But just as she is about to give up
And take her self on home; she
hears those old twin fiddles play
and stays there on her throne.

When out of the smoky crowded room
She spots him in his hat,
Straightens her hair, pushes up her bra
and says " GET UP ON THAT"

Happy Birthday Beer!
Smoke
July 30, 2002










Pages made by Debbie Rose for Beer Bytch's Birthday. From the Bad to the Bone Bitches! We love you, BB:)