Goodcookies - lyrics by Ithaka

Goodcookies

I met her in a funny unusual way
I was in a strange mood
Or I wouldn’t have tried
To get her number through
A friend of a friend of a friend’s

Spoke on the phone two weeks
Without seeing her face
Then one day she called me up
and said…I’m coming over

She showed up
She looked real nice
Had a package in her hand
And said… This is for you
It was a basket full of cookies
Oatmeal chocolate-chip cookies

Been together two weeks a long time for me
And my friends ask me, Why?
She makes good cookies

Tall, brown, funny, crazy and pretty.
Sweeter than maple syrup.
She makes good cookies.

Been together two months
A long time for me.

We fight sometimes.
Sometimes we separate.
But we always get together again.
And my friends ask me, WHY?
And I say, She makes good cookies

Two years later, not nearly as sweet
Always nagging about the mud on my feet,
About my drinking or my card game
But she loves me I know
because she bakes me homemades
She makes good cookies
When I least expect it
Oatmeal chocolate-chip cookies

Ithaka Darin Pappas ©1991 published by Ravenshark Music/ASCAP/North Music Group (BMG Gold Songs)