Heather ©1997 Richard March Well I don’t go makin’ a habit Of writin’ a swingin’ song ‘Bout a woman I know that’s already strollin’ with a good man on her arm But I had to make an exception, Lord, I did it for my health ‘Cause it ain’t too often that a dream comes walkin’ And a song just writes itself Too cool tats and a back that’s stacked, red lips to make your knees sh-shake That girl’s just right for a town this type, you know she hits me like an 8-point quake Hh-Hh-Heather if you was any kind of weather, it would have to be a summer storm Girl, you walk by ain’t nothin’ left dry, and eveybody’s just a bit more warm Watch ‘em swarm She got two room fulls of records, Honky Tonk to R&B She likes all kinds, don’t draw no lines, just as long as you can move your feet Hold on buster, ‘cause she dances like a duster, setting down on a desert plain She starts rockin’, buddy soon you're soppin’, steady prayin’ for a good hard rain Hh-Hh-Heather, yeah I know that you’re together with a fella that’s a hell of a man And I’m prayin’ while I’m playin when I finish what I’m sayin’ he’ll still call me his friend I hope he understands She comes from California, on the East side of the Bay But the way she walks, with her smooth, smooth talk You’d think she’s raised up in a Southern State Hh-Hh-Heather if you was any kind of weather, it would have to be a summer storm Girl, you walk by ain’t nothin’ left dry, and eveybody’s just a bit more warm Hh-Hh-Heather, yeah I know that you’re together with a fella that’s a hell of a man And I’m prayin’ while I’m playin when I finish what I’m sayin’ he’ll still call me his friend I hope he understands.