Half Baked Sinner

(my lyrics for a country song, but with no music yet.) Well, my momma -bless her soul - she brought me up good. She taught me all she knew and she taught me what she should, She took me to a church and she made me knock on wood. Still, Honey, I’m a half-baked sinner. ‘Cause I’m sittin’ here and thinkin’ that you’re look’in mighty fine. You set my heart to pound’in and I’d like to make you mine. But I’m such a careful gal though I walk a thin line, Yeah, Honey, I’m a half-baked sinner. Chorus: Oh, a half-baked sinner; that’s all I am. Stuck here in the middle of “Nowhere Land.” A half-baked sinner, I’m God’s little joke, but I still have my spirit ‘cause I’m only half-broke! Well, I’m contemplatin’ things with you I’m not supposed to do. If I’m halfway to Hell, they’ll put me all the way through! But I’m only HALF-stupid - unlucky for you! Yes, Honey, I’m a half-baked sinner. Yes, I know you’ve got your pride, but listen, so do I. I might not tell the truth, but I sure don’t tell no lie! And I never will give in, for if you ask me why, It’s because I’m just a half-baked sinner. Repeat Chorus: Oh, a half-baked sinner; that’s all I am. Stuck here in the middle of “Nowhere Land.” A half-baked sinner, I’m God’s little joke but I still have my spirit ‘cause I’m only half-broke!