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Words and music by Ann-Marita Garsed

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A Woman’s Intuition 1. I can’t read nobody’s mind Can’t tell you ‘bout people by their Zodiac sign Can’t tell fortune from a cup of tea, no no There’s only one gift been given to me (Chorus): I ain't puttin’ it down to superstition You can’t mess with a woman’s intuition 2. Can’t get no vibes from a crystal ball And Dial-A-Psychic's a useless call Coz’ I get all the guidance I need From that voice inside of me (Chorus): Don't try puttin’ it down to superstition You can’t mess with a woman’s intuition Intuition, oh oh oh (Gtr. Solo) 3. So ladies, keep your heads on straight If your man’s been comin’ home late When your mechanic adds up your total bill, mmm-mmm Or the bartender…turns his back to you… Before he hands you your…refill (Chorus): I’d never call’em premonitions I ain’t puttin’ it down to superstition You can’t mess with a woman’s You can’t mess with a woman, no You can’t mess with a woman’s intuition, oh oh Hey hey Copyright © 2004 Ann-Marita Garsed. All rights reserved.
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WHAT THE HELL (GOES ON IN THERE) 1. I don’t know how to deal anymore No one else gets to me the way you do I hear what you’re sayin’, but what are you thinkin’? What are words to you? (Pre-chorus): Mental Scrabble, fridge magnet poetry Is that what they teach you boys? Is this how you fend me off, to buy some time You know I find hope at the sound of your voice (Chorus): I love you madly, you drive me crazy You’re not under my thumb, though you’re under my skin You’d save me a lot of trouble if you would Open your mind and just let me in You couldn’t argue, it would only be fair, to tell me What the hell goes on in there? 2. Silence never used to bother me One look from you, and I’d be reassured Now the fewer words you speak, the more questions I have And I feel so insecure (Pre-chorus): Where’s your heart now? Do you feel the same? Do you need to make a choice? Is this how you fend me off, to buy some time I still find hope at the sound of your voice (Chorus repeat): I love you madly, you drive me crazy You’re not under my thumb, though you’re under my skin You’d save me a lot of trouble if you would Open your mind and just let me in You couldn’t argue, it would only be fair, to tell me What the hell goes on in there? (Instrumental break) (Tag): You couldn’t argue, it would only be fair, so tell me What the hell goes on in there? Copyright © 2006 Ann-Marita Garsed. All rights reserved.
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Under The Iowa Sky 1. There's a gentle breeze, across the golden fields On this late summer’s day And the old boys are playing cards Down at Hazel’s Café (Pre-chorus): I walk past a row of white picket fences This moment in time fillin’ my senses Oh, oh oh oh, like it was yesterday (Chorus): Oh oh oh, time’s been slippin’ by away from me From school pep rallies and pecan pie To pop star wannabe But I can still hear, when I close my eyes That soothing cricket lullaby Under the Iowa sky 2. Starstruck at sixteen, had to get away From that Midwestern town So I placed my bets, and packed my bags Sure got myself around My heart’s been broken, blow by blow I’ve prayed without faith, and paid without dough Oh, each time seemed like I was homeward bound (Chorus): Oh oh oh, time’s been slippin’ by away from me From school pep rallies and pecan pie To pop star wannabe But I can still hear, when I close my eyes That soothing cricket lullaby Under the Iowa sky (Bridge): Some memories will give you sleepless nights Then others keep you strong and let you put up a good fight (Chorus 2): Oh oh oh, time, time’s been slippin’ away from me I’m a country girl whose city life is right now what she needs Though I can still hear, when I close my eyes Yeah, I can still hear, when I close my eyes I can still hear, when I close my eyes That soothing cricket lullaby Under the Iowa sky Under the Iowa sky Under the Iowa sky Under the Iowa sky Copyright © 2004 Ann-Marita Garsed. All rights reserved.
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Three Magic Words 1. So, you’ve had it Yeah, this time you’ve really had it He’s hit an all-time low He’s gonna have to go So you say it Try to make him realize it He’s scared of confrontation Looks around in desperation (Pre-chorus): And if you had a dollar for each time you’ve heard What in his mind are the three magic words (Chorus): I will change for you, honey Turn my life around I’ll stay home every night ‘stead of playin’ pool down town No more beer, no more bars, Or buying crappy cars No more Cheech and Chong or Baywatch Nights Or washing colors with whites Don’t give me that look, it ain’t that strange I’m telling you now baby, I will change 2. And he gotcha, Yes, again, he really gotcha With that pair of baby blues And another lame excuse You know it’s A question of time before it Goes flyin’ out the window And whatever way the wind blows (Pre-chorus): And if you had a dollar for each time you’ve heard What in his mind are the three magic words (Chorus): I will change for you, honey Turn my life around I’ll stay home every night ‘stead of playin’ pool down town No more beer, no more bars, Or buying crappy cars No more Cheech and Chong or Baywatch Nights Or washing colors with whites Don’t give me that look, it ain’t that strange I’m telling you now baby, I will change (Instrumental break) (Pre-chorus): The last thing you’ll hear as you kick him to the curb Is what in his mind are the three magic words (Chorus): I will change for you, honey Turn my life around I’ll stay home every night ‘stead of playin’ pool down town No more beer, no more bars, Or buying crappy cars No more Cheech and Chong or Baywatch Nights Or washing colors with whites Don’t give me that look, it ain’t that strange I can’t live without you, sugar, I’ll go totally deranged I’m telling you now baby, Yeah, I’m telling you now baby, hey I’m telling you now baby, yeah yeah, I will change Copyright © 2005 Ann-Marita Garsed. All rights reserved.
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COMPANY TOWN 1. Guitar Man and his band Came to Company Town in the summer of eighty-one They stood out like black on white among pale-faced miners in the land of the midnight sun The people had never known anyone Whose names they couldn’t spell Until they met a few that night Kickin' it up At the Company Town Hotel (Chorus): And they played Funky Town and Jailhouse Rock Folks Rocked the Boat and ‘Round The Clock ‘til the sunlit night became day The only moonshine they ever saw Was the kind served with Coke and a straw ‘n caused some more hell to be raised People were coming from all around Letting it all hang out in Company Town 2. She was spending her days at the boarding house Brewing coffee and baking bread Thinkin’ that if there was nothing more to life Then she might as well be dead But at night she’d put her make-up on And hit that hotel bar Sippin’ drinks and locking eyes with that handsome stranger Playin’ the guitar (Chorus): And he played Funky Town and Jailhouse Rock Folks Rocked The Boat and ‘Round The Clock ‘til the sunlit night became day The only moonshine they ever saw Was the kind served with Coke and a straw ‘n caused some more hell to be raised People were coming from all around Letting it all hang out in Company Town (Solo) 3. She never told me his name or even where he was from I was steppin’ on sacred ground But the gift that my father left me is now what’s making me leave Company Town I wanna get out and see the world, playing his old guitar I reckon wherever he came from, to Company Town At least it got him far (Chorus): And he played Funky Town and Jailhouse Rock Folks Rocked The Boat and ‘Round The Clock ‘til the sunlit night became day The only moonshine they ever saw Was the kind served with Coke and a straw ‘n caused some more hell to be raised People were coming from all around Letting it all hang out in Company Town In Company Town La la la la la la….ooh… (Outtro) Copyright © 2005 Ann-Marita Garsed. All rights reserved.
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STATE LINE 1. She had always known that all she owned worth keeping Could be packed in a couple of bags as they were leaving By the time they were out of arm’s reach, the baby was sleepin’ And the sun wouldn’t rise until they’d crossed the state line 2. Still she made sure to keep her sunglasses on while drivin’ In case the Highway Patrol were out in full force this mornin’ Cause if anyone saw the black eye those glasses were hidin’ They’d take all the power she’d spent so damn long to find (CHORUS). And she quietly sang every song she knew so her baby would not have to wake up to The sound of Mama crying one more time And she whispered a thank you right from the heart, if it wasn’t for her she would’ve fallen apart And stayed on the receiving end for as long as she could stay alive 3. From now on the woman she had been would stop existing A P.O. box in a new name, ‘n somehow make a living By the time people she barely knew might report them missing They’d be too far gone to ever be found again (CHORUS REPEAT): And she quietly sang every song she knew so her baby would not have to wake up to The sound of Mama crying one more time And she whispered a thank you right from the heart, if it wasn’t for her she would’ve fallen apart And stayed on the receiving end for as long as she could stay alive (TAG): She had to believe that it was a sign The beautiful sunrise as they crossed the state line Ooooh oooh oooh, a-ha…… Copyright © 2005 Ann-Marita Garsed. All rights reserved.
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WISH I WAS MORE LIKE THAT 1. If I were a little more bold, if I were a little less afraid A little less worried ‘bout what people would say I’d laugh a little louder, be a little quicker With comebacks to lines men would throw my way Maybe then I could go to bed at night Content with my life as it was Wish I could be happy where I was at Wish I was more, more like that 2. If I were a little more blonde, if I were less mousy brown A little more savvy ‘bout the clubs around town If I could dazzle with a smile, seduce with one look All eyes on me, my feet still on the ground Maybe then I would know true happiness In the beautiful people’s world I’d slink around life’s corners like a cat If I was more, more like that Bridge: But no matter now many self-help books I might read At the end of the day I’m just…little ol’ me Who gets jealous of people who seem to have what I believe I need 3. If I were a little more tough, if I were a little less weak A little less sensitive to honest critique I’d speak up more often, put ‘em in their place Draw the line, not turn the other cheek Maybe then I could get some sleep at night No unfinished business at all Wish I could settle my scores in ten seconds flat Wish I was more, more like that (Bridge out): But no matter how many self-help books I might read At the end of the day I’m just little ol’ me Wish I could be happy where I was at I’d slink around life’s corners like a cat I’d settle my scores in ten seconds flat If I was more, more like that If I was more like that, aha….. Copyright © 2004 Ann-Marita Garsed. All rights reserved.
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GETTIN’ ON THAT BUS 1. Emma was born on the side of the tracks Where kids learn fast to watch their backs And not trust a soul Her friends didn’t know each day she got home She’d smell a diff’rent man’s cologne From down the hall And it was never explained Or much talked about How Emma’s Mom put food in their mouths It just went on, and on, and on (CHORUS): Well, you can’t choose your folks You can’t choose your name It’s part of the deal Got no one to blame, that’s life But you get a choice Of which way to turn Repeat the mistakes Or finally learn to get by Emma promised herself From the age of nine Each time the Greyhound drove on by “Gonna make sure I’ll be OK, cause I’m gettin’ on that bus one day.” 2. She came home early one afternoon Her mom had a blackened silver spoon In her trembling hand She yelled at her baby girl to leave Mama needed some time to herself, so please would she understand Emma sat on the steps with no place to go Wishin’ time didn’t have to pass so slow So slow, oh, so slow (CHORUS): Well, you can’t choose your folks You can’t choose your name It’s part of the deal Got no one to blame, that’s life But you get a choice Of which way to turn Repeat the mistakes or finally learn to get by Emma thought as that Greyhound made its way right through town “Gonna make sure I’ll be ok, cause I’m gettin’ on that bus one day!” (INSTRUMENTAL) 3. Then the day fin’lly came around She got to wear that cap and gown and cross that stage No one was there to beam with pride Watchin’ her laugh and cry and turn that page But with a dorm room waitin’ down at Kansas State And a scholarship, all expenses paid She had it made, yeah, she had it made (CHORUS): Well, you can’t choose your folks You can’t choose your name It’s part of the deal Got no one to blame, that’s life But you get a choice of which way to turn Repeat the mistakes or finally learn to get by So the Greyhound wouldn’t pass on through Emma stood shoutin’ in full view: “I know it’s all gonna be ok, cause I’m gettin’ on that bus – today!” (TAG): Getting on that bus today Getting on that bus today Copyright © 2005 Ann-Marita Garsed. All rights reserved.
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Two-Faced 1. I’ve been there for you every time, Every time You’ve asked me to drop everything Everything I’ve listened to you until morning hours Picked you up off the ground after every blow And when your stupid affair turned sour I never even once said I told you so (CHORUS): But you’re two-faced Loved by all until they see that you’re Two-faced And mistaken 'bout my integrity Two-faced The truth is fin’lly coming out That you’re two faced, uh-huh, and so Which one am I looking at right now? 2. You tell me you’d do anything Anything And I can call you anytime Anytime But when I do, all I get's a machine I invite you over, you never show (With) friends like you, who needs enemies Friends like me, we learn too slow (CHORUS REPEAT). That you're Two-faced Loved by all until they see that you’re Two-faced And mistaken 'bout my integrity Two-faced The truth is fin’lly coming out That you’re two faced, uh-huh, and so Which one am I looking at right now? (BRIDGE): Promises, promises, what are they worth Yours have been broken before they’ve been heard Who knows what you say after I’ve left the room Hypocrisy smells like cheap-ass perfume Nothing is worth more than dirt on your shoe Unless there’s something in it for you, whoah oh (CHORUS): You're Two-faced Loved by all until they see that you’re Two-faced And mistaken 'bout my integrity Two-faced The truth is fin’lly coming out That you’re two faced, uh-huh, and so Which one am I looking at right now? (TAG): Oh oh, which one am I looking at right now Which one am I looking at right now? Copyright © 2005 Ann-Marita Garsed. All rights reserved.
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Mrs. You 1. She finally decided She can’t go on denyin’ this no more Years been disappearin’, Supporting his career, and keeping score Rehearsin' to the mirror Makes sure he can’t hear her She has yet to hear the slamming of the door, when she says: (Chorus): “I’ve got things to do that you know nothing about Fourteen years of giving away, what I can’t live without Gonna make a change t hat's way overdue Won’t keep on bein’ simply Mrs. You" oh oh, Mrs. You 2. They met when she was twenty He didn’t have a penny to his name But he had determination For a whole generation, and played the game Married to a CEO, She spends most of her time alone Steps back for him to get his acclaim, Just thinkin': (Chorus): “I’ve got things to do that you know nothing about Fourteen years of giving away what I can’t live without Gonna make a change that's way overdue Won’t keep on bein’ simply Mrs. You" oh oh, Mrs. You (Bridge): He’s had power lunches, charity events Business class and big shot friends She’s been understanding, calm and cool Never broke the golden rule When it seems like you have all that you could wish for Don’t let on that you want something more, oh oh 3. She’ll go right back to college Burn down every last bridge to this life Get back in touch with old friends Get out a bit on weekends Be no one’s wife For company, she’ll get a pet no sacrifices or regrets So at dinnertime, she takes a deep breath, and she says: (Chorus): “I’ve got things to do that you know nothing about Fourteen years of giving away what I can’t live without Gonna make a change that's way overdue Won’t keep on bein’ simply Mrs. You, oh oh, Mrs. You" Ooooh, Mrs. You, oooh, Hey, hey, hey yeah... Copyright © 2005 Ann-Marita Garsed. All rights reserved.
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DONE DOIN’ TIME 1. I’m doin’ a total one-eighty Turning this downward spiral around Got so much to live for, and too much to lose Won’t turn myself in to heartache and blues 2. Ain’t waiting for no one to save me I’m fin’lly convinced I can stand on my own These limitations I’d put on myself Are staying right here in this cold prison cell (CHORUS): Clearing my head of bad memories That pile of old baggage ain’t coming with me Gonna break off these shackles and leave’em behind I’m done doin’ time in the prison of my mind (BRIDGE): And so what if I’ve got some battlescars out in the open I’ve got a lifetime of good times to catch up on Can’t believe how much time I have wasted without even knowin’ Life is too short to cover the ground that’s collapsed under your feet Move on (CHORUS REPEAT X 2): Clearing my head of bad memories That pile of old baggage ain’t coming with me Gonna break off these shackles and leave’em behind I’m done doin’ time in the prison Clearing my head of bad memories That pile of old baggage ain’t coming with me Gonna break off these shackles and leave’em behind I’m done doin’ time in the prison of my mind Copyright © 2005 Ann-Marita Garsed. All rights reserved.