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I brewed my tea in a chipped blue cup
Set my note card by the lamp
You said, “Write it up, write it up”
So I wrote with my little brass stamp
My screen blinked back like a patient grin
I typed my thoughts in a row
Every link a tiny feathered fin
And off to the page they go
[Pre-Chorus]
Coins in the jar, they sing so sweet
A wink in the wire, a tap of my feet
I’m not rich, but I’m not beat
Something comes when I complete
[Chorus]
Blurt dot blog, baby, blurt dot blog
Pay me for the wordplay, pay me for the slog
Blurt dot blog, baby, blurt dot blog
I turn my little notes into a sugar fog
(Blurt dot blog)
(Blurt dot blog)
[Verse 2]
The trombone sneezed, the trumpet laughed
While the tuba rolled in slow
I wore my grin like a second scarf
And let the bright ideas grow
A crooked thought, a tidy rhyme
A story with a bent-knee walk
I trade my hours for a little shine
And my shadow for a talk
[Pre-Chorus]
Coins in the jar, they sing so sweet
A wink in the wire, a tap of my feet
I’m not rich, but I’m not beat
Something comes when I complete
[Chorus]
Blurt dot blog, baby, blurt dot blog
Pay me for the wordplay, pay me for the slog
Blurt dot blog, baby, blurt dot blog
I turn my little notes into a sugar fog
(Blurt dot blog)
(Blurt dot blog)
[Bridge]
If the day comes dressed all rude
I still got my velvet pen
One small post and my luck shifts mood
Then I’m back in tune again
The violin leans, the viola sighs
The room gets soft, then bold
I lift my chin, I bat my eyes
And cash my stories gold
[Chorus]
Blurt dot blog, baby, blurt dot blog
Pay me for the wordplay, pay me for the slog
Blurt dot blog, baby, blurt dot blog
I turn my little notes into a sugar fog
(Blurt dot blog)
(Blurt dot blog)
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By OGMediaI brewed my tea in a chipped blue cup
Set my note card by the lamp
You said, “Write it up, write it up”
So I wrote with my little brass stamp
My screen blinked back like a patient grin
I typed my thoughts in a row
Every link a tiny feathered fin
And off to the page they go
[Pre-Chorus]
Coins in the jar, they sing so sweet
A wink in the wire, a tap of my feet
I’m not rich, but I’m not beat
Something comes when I complete
[Chorus]
Blurt dot blog, baby, blurt dot blog
Pay me for the wordplay, pay me for the slog
Blurt dot blog, baby, blurt dot blog
I turn my little notes into a sugar fog
(Blurt dot blog)
(Blurt dot blog)
[Verse 2]
The trombone sneezed, the trumpet laughed
While the tuba rolled in slow
I wore my grin like a second scarf
And let the bright ideas grow
A crooked thought, a tidy rhyme
A story with a bent-knee walk
I trade my hours for a little shine
And my shadow for a talk
[Pre-Chorus]
Coins in the jar, they sing so sweet
A wink in the wire, a tap of my feet
I’m not rich, but I’m not beat
Something comes when I complete
[Chorus]
Blurt dot blog, baby, blurt dot blog
Pay me for the wordplay, pay me for the slog
Blurt dot blog, baby, blurt dot blog
I turn my little notes into a sugar fog
(Blurt dot blog)
(Blurt dot blog)
[Bridge]
If the day comes dressed all rude
I still got my velvet pen
One small post and my luck shifts mood
Then I’m back in tune again
The violin leans, the viola sighs
The room gets soft, then bold
I lift my chin, I bat my eyes
And cash my stories gold
[Chorus]
Blurt dot blog, baby, blurt dot blog
Pay me for the wordplay, pay me for the slog
Blurt dot blog, baby, blurt dot blog
I turn my little notes into a sugar fog
(Blurt dot blog)
(Blurt dot blog)