Ofirs Sweet Ride

[Intro] [Verse 1] Well, there’s a fella down in Tennessee, name’s Ofir, wild and free, Got a quirky little habit, sure ain’t what it’s s’posed to be. He’d wink and grin, grab his guitar, strum a tune by the old corn silo, But folks’d whisper ’bout his “lollipop,” said he played it like a kazoo, oh-oh. [Chorus] Ofir’s got a sweet tooth, shinin’ like the summer sun, Twists that candy ’round his fingers, laughs at what he’s done. Ain’t no treat too sticky, ain’t no joke too small, He’s the king of sugar-coated mischief, darlin’, bless his soul. [Verse 2] Met a girl at the county fair, she asked, “What’s that you’re holdin’ there?” He said, “Just my lollipop, honey, melts away my every care.” She laughed and spun, her boots in dirt, said, “You’re crazier than a loon,” Now they’re ridin’ down backroads, hummin’ to a pink harvest moon. [Chorus] Ofir’s got a sweet tooth, shinin’ like the summer sun, Twists that candy ’round his fingers, laughs at what he’s done. Ain’t no treat too sticky, ain’t no joke too small, He’s the king of sugar-coated mischief, darlin’, bless his soul. [Bridge] The preacher shook his head, the sheriff tipped his hat, But Ofir just kept grinnin’, never mindin’ all their chat. Life’s a lick of cherry, a sticky, silly game, And he’s playin’ every note like it’ll never sound the same. [Chorus] Ofir’s got a sweet tooth, shinin’ like the summer sun, Twists that candy ’round his fingers, laughs at what he’s done. Ain’t no treat too sticky, ain’t no joke too small, He’s the king of sugar-coated mischief, darlin’, bless his soul. [Outro]