Letras
Bombshell Cougar
I was just a kid in dress blues, barely old enough to sin
Ship hit the pier in her hometown, I didn't know the trouble I was in
Then she walked out of that smoke-lit bar like a warning shot to my head
Red leather mini skirt swinging, every step painted hot-stop red
My shipmates elbowed and hollered"Boy, she's comin' straight for you"
Twelve years older, hell on heels, and way too damn good to be true
She grinned like she already owned me, touched my collar, said"Come on then"
And every loudmouth on that pier knew I was never comin' back again
I heard 'em laugh"Junior's walkin' the plank!" with a bottle held up to toast
But that cougar had a fire in her that'd make a grown man lose his ghost
She was a bombshell cougar in red
Stilettos hittin' wood like a drum in my head
She said"Sailor, you look sweet when you're scared"
Pulled me close and rewrote every rule I had there
Yeah, the boys still brag like they were the ones in my bed
But I'm the one she dragged off the pier instead
Lord, that bombshell cougar in red
She showed me things that night that boot camp never dared explain
Left me breathless, half-alive, swearin' I'd forgotten my own name
Sun came up and my legs were shot, couldn't stand without holdin' the wall
The fellas laughed when I crawled onboard and said"Junior, tell us all"
But I just smiled. Some secrets are earned, not told
She was a bombshell cougar in red
Stilettos hittin' wood like a drum in my head
She said"Sailor, you look sweet when you're scared"
Pulled me close and rewrote every rule I had there
Yeah, the boys still brag like they were the ones in my bed
But I'm the one she dragged off the pier instead
Lord, that bombshell cougar in red
Every port's got stories whispered low
But this one still burns hot as it ever did
Just a young sailor lost in the wake
Of a bombshell cougar in red
Must have hit a note there. Still getting Coca-Cola Christmas cards thirty years later