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Don't Tell Me Where It Itches | A country-western song about pick-up lines.

Don't Tell Me Where It Itches ('cause I Don't Want to Scratch) This one began as a short poem of mine which became the chorus. Here's the complete lyrics: [Verse 1] You’ve been sliding up real close, thinkin’ you’re so fine, Flashin' all that charm, dropping pick-up lines. Well, honey, you’re sweet, but you ain’t my flavor, I’m not a damsel, don’t need a savior. You keep talkin’ ‘bout all you could do, But I ain’t lookin’ for somebody new. You’re playin’ that game, yeah, you’re on attack, But I’m not your trophy, I ain’t on your rack. [Chorus] Don't tell me 'bout your riches, 'cause I've got mine to match, Don't throw at me your pitches, 'cause I don't want to catch, Don't open up your britches, just batten down that hatch, Don't tell me where it itches, 'cause I don't want to scratch. [Verse 2] You got that swagger, tryin’ to impress, But I’m not here to clean up your mess. I’m happy on my own, don’t need your game, Your smooth talk’s tired, it’s always the same. You say you’re the prize, the top of the heap, But I’d rather be free, than sold out cheap. You’re ringin' my bell, but I won't answer the door, Not buyin' what you’re sellin’, not lookin’ for more. [Chorus] Don't tell me 'bout your riches, 'cause I've got mine to match, Don't throw at me your pitches, 'cause I don't want to catch, Don't open up your britches, just batten down that hatch, Don't tell me where it itches, 'cause I don't want to scratch. [Bridge] I ain't lookin' for your fast talk, baby, Ain't gonna be swayed or maybe-ed. You can try all you want to flip that switch, But I’m not the girl to fix your glitch. [Chorus] Don't tell me 'bout your riches, 'cause I've got mine to match, Don't throw at me your pitches, 'cause I don't want to catch, Don't open up your britches, just batten down that hatch, Don't tell me where it itches, 'cause I don't want to scratch. [Outro] So take a hint, honey, and step back a beat, Go find another girl to sweep off her feet. I’ve got my own rhythm, my own little patch, Don’t tell me where it itches, ‘cause I don’t want to scratch. [Final Chorus] Don't tell me 'bout your riches, 'cause I've got mine to match, Don't throw at me your pitches, 'cause I don't want to catch, Don't open up your britches, just batten down that hatch, Don't tell me where it itches, 'cause I don't want to scratch. Don't tell me where it itches, 'cause I don't want to scratch.