Belly Shirts In Winter

She's born and raised in Chicago
She may have stayed at Trivago
She'll tell the world that she loves you
Her surname backwards is Izu
She doesn't care for Thanksgiving
She's too busy making a living
Doing things that she does best
She carries ink under her chest
She'll Start a religion, calling it MASE
Singing Sublime while stoned off your face
Throwing those bull horns all over the place
She's so cool because she wears belly shirts in winter
She wears belly shirts in winter
She wears belly shirts in winter
She wears belly shirts in winter
Perhaps she should've been a chef
She cares more for a treble clef
With bass and drums and lead guitar
She's on her way to being a star
Black Road's the band that she has formed
With great friends from an old school dorm
They gig their way all over the state
Even when a band member shows up late
She'll Start a religion, calling it MASE
Singing Sublime while stoned off your face
Throwing those bull horns all over the place
She's so cool because she wears belly shirts in winter
She wears belly shirts in winter
She wears belly shirts in winter
She wears belly shirts in winter
She wears belly shirts in winter
We first met on BandHub, became very close
Our convos initially were rather verbose
Until we got busy and life intervened
She, like my brother, wears skin-tight jeans
She's also bilingual, and so por favor
I wish I could say to her ¡Eres el mejor!
She is the duck's nuts, yeah she's the best
She may not agree, but then I digress
She'll Start a religion, calling it MASE
Singing Sublime while stoned off your face
Throwing those bull horns all over the place
She's so cool because she wears belly shirts in winter
She wears belly shirts in winter
She wears belly shirts in winter
She wears belly shirts in winter
She wears belly shirts in winter
She wears belly shirts in winter....