Some people tweet interesting Zillow finds, I write lyrics to songs that will never be performed. Something about the quick creative hit of writing a poem meant to be sung is very relaxing. Anyway, this one comes from me wondering how Anna Marie Tendler could possibly be in the snow in L.A. Of course, duh, she wasn’t — the picture is set to be DISPLAYED in L.A. Anyway, this one turned out well.
Girl In The L.A. Snow
lyrics by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner
Please give credit if you produce or perform
sliding in the snow
she struggles with what she sees
snow in L.A. doesn’t come easy
and neither does she
but here it is all around her
snow in L.A.
snow in L.A.
snow in L.A.
she’s wearing red
thinking of the men
who want to get her in bed
the snow is cold in her hands
but she feels so warn between her legs
the heat of the moment
being just a girl in the snow
is making her hot
don’t you know
staring into the whiteness of scene
this is just her world
but she can see, see, see
no barns to fear or painted red
she’s the artist of her own life
’cause she’s just a girl in
the snow in L.A.
the snow in L.A.
the snow in L.A.
(bridge)
she feels the summer in her soul
her heart is the sun
it’s on a roll
the darkness of grief will flee
just give her some time to meet it
head to head
so she doesn’t think of him
giving head
she’s just a girl in
the snow in L.A.
the snow in L.A.
the snow in L.A.
the snow in L.A.
