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THE CANOODLIN SONG

Lyrics Intro Now listen… This ain’t a love song. This is a “hold my beer and watch this” song. Verse 1 Cracked a cold one, Friday night, Said “just a movie,” yeah right. Boots kicked off, blanket pulled, Good intentions immediately ruined, y’all. Sat six inches ‘cause we’re “grown,” Two minutes later I ain’t got no zone. Your knee touched mine, Lord have mercy, Whole couch shifted like it got nervous. Chorus Canoodlin’, spoonin’, beer spillin’ free, Started off decent, ended up messy. Canoodlin’, gigglin’, couch saggin’ down, Like two drunk raccoons in a small-town town. Canoodlin’, no shame, no dignity, Just country chaos and poor geometry. Ain’t romance from a Nashville tune, It’s elbows, laughter, and afternoon at noon. Verse 2 Popcorn flyin’, dog left town, Cat stared like, “Y’all need Jesus now.” Missed the kiss, bumped my head, Saw stars like I already drank ahead. Zipper stuck, hoodie half on, Pulled somethin’ I ain’t used since Reagan was gone. Said “sorry,” said “ow,” said “don’t,” said “hey,” Said “hold up who’s leg is that anyway?” Chorus Canoodlin’, spoonin’, banjo playin’ fast, Laughin’ so hard ‘bout pulled somethin’ in my back. Canoodlin’, snort-laughs, breath smellin’ like beer, Real love ain’t pretty, it’s wheezin’ for air. Canoodlin’, couch cryin’, springs beggin’ for peace, This ain’t sexy, it’s a structural lease. Ain’t candlelight, ain’t smooth perfume, It’s Bud Light romance in a livin’ room. Bridge Now hold on Your elbow’s in my rib. Why is your foot… there? I ain’t mad, I’m just confused. Verse 3 Blanket too small, AC too high, One of us freezin’, one of us fryin’. Remote lost, phone vibratin’, Sun creepin’ up like it’s judgin’ our shenanigans. Neighbors hear laughin’, bangin’, thuds, Thinkin’ either love or a minor flood. But we’re fine, just poorly arranged, Like lawn chairs after a hurricane. Final Chorus CANOODLIN’, SPOONIN’, DON’S ASK HOW, Started last night, still goin’ now. Canoodlin’, gigglin’, time done slipped, Sun’s up sayin’ “Y’all really committed.” Canoodlin’, no grace, no perfect pose, Just beer-soaked laughter and tangled toes. Ain’t a fairy tale, ain’t honeymoon, Just redneck cuddlin’ on a Saturday noon. Outro So if you hear strange noises through the wall tonight, It ain’t a fight and it ain’t a crime in sight. Just love, laughter, and limbs gone noodlin’ Mind your business… We canoodlin’.