My Country Song

There is no need for you to try
To shock me with your lazy eye.
You will not make it to the zone
That is between me and my microphone.

If I am here and you are there,
It is OK for you to stare;
But I don't want to linger long;
Just let me sing my country song.

My lips are hot as rolling dice;
A beaker full of broken ice
Is not about to make my kisser blue;
My tongue will not get stuck on you.

Because I know what's on your mind,
You will just get one picture signed.
Below my name, put this I may:
The country girl from county, Clay.