This Thirst Copyright 2000 Stan Lyness   swinging 4/4 blues rock or jazz, male voice	dialup listen
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Hey bartender, can you bring a bucket of brew? 
'Though I know that it won't quench a thing, still I don't think it hurts. 
So just bring me a beer and I'll borrow your ear and I'll pour you a story of 
horrible tortuous thirst:
 
When I first saw her beautiful view from a distance, 
that sight turned my formerly normal existence around. 
As I ran up to beg for her name and her number 
my throat became dry and so I couldn't summon a sound. 
And now ever since then every time and again I've been cursed 
with desire to try satisfying this thirst.
 
Now bartender, I'll tell you this fev'rish desire, 
this bittersweet hell holding me in its fiery grips 
has me hunger so much for the sight of her face 
that I ache for her touch and I beg for a taste of her lips. 
I've been wand'rin' around with my tongue hangin' down since the first 
I began to become overcome with this thirst.
 
Bartender, what do you think of this terrible fever 
that drives me to drink and that won't let me leave her alone 
'til the tenuous threads holding me in my head finally burst 
and I die even still tryin' to fill up this thirst.