Friday, January 1, 2010

leave the back door open...I think that says it all


#003 - Booty Call - 2001

So back in 2001, I wrote this as part of the now abandoned "Rude Punani" project. This was a "band" created in college with my good friend Ben and we were going to write a bunch of reggae/punk/weezerish tunes that would totally make us just like Sublime crossed with Weezer. Heh. Youth. Anyway, we determined before we even wrote any songs that we should write a song called "Booty Call" and we should end every single show with it because obviously we'd be playing hundreds of shows with the two of us. In our minds at the time, it was going to be the most epic song ever. Well, eventually it was written and the lyrics were finished at some point in 2002 and then I finally recorded it this fall. It's slightly epic just because it's finally seeing the light of day and I really like the fact that it's slightly irreverent. The whole leave the back door open line is my favorite double entendre the full credit on that goes to Ben. Anyway, lyrics below.

"Booty Call"

I’m sick and tired of relationships

Sending flowers and buying gifts

and going shopping with you at the mall


You’re not the type of girl I’m gonna miss

Although I kinda like the way you kiss

but you should know that I’m setting you up for a fall


Leave the back door open

I think that says it all

I don’t wanna be your boyfriend

I just wanna be your booty call

I just wanna be your booty call


I really hate the way you whine

And all our talks are just a waste of time

just watching your lips move is bringing me down


And I can’t stand those songs you sing

Or all the drama that you bring

But I’ll still make some time for us to fool around


Leave the back door open

I think that says it all

I don’t wanna be your boyfriend

I just wanna be your booty call

I just wanna be your booty call


I’m so burnt out from all your games

Your neediness is driving me insane

And now I wanna get out before it’s too late


I’ll just pretend that you don’t exist

Then I’ll never have to reminisce

And I’ll just be another boy you love to hate


Leave the back door open

I think that says it all

I don’t wanna be your boyfriend

I just wanna be your booty call

I just wanna be your booty call


Leave the back door open

I think that says it all

I don’t wanna be your boyfriend

I just wanna be your booty call

I just wanna be your booty call

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