My friend Greg was in town to do a bluegrass retreat. My bandmate Liz was there, too.
Liz and I were hanging out at Greg’s show that Sunday. Greg looked at Liz and told me, “Watch out for her. She’s dangerous!”
To which I replied, “Yep. But she’s my kind of dangerous.”
That’s a great song title, Greg said. You should write it.
I don’t know about you. But there’s nothing I love more than homework mixed with a dare. And a little inspo out of the blue.
You should write it, Greg said, kinda kidding, maybe?
So I did.
Never run when you can walk/drop your anchors in the past/measure twice before you talk
You’re my kind of let’s do this/you’re my kind of dangerous