Way back in the day, there was a cool bar in Houston called Munchies. For whatever reason, a lot of social business seemed to happen there. It was never good when your girl said “hey, can you meet me at Munchies after work?”

I can still remember the time
She woke me up to say goodbye
Come to Munchies and have a drink
There’s someone here you need to meet

We smoked and talked and drank some beer
Me and some other dude and her
When he got up to get a match
She said she wasn’t coming back

Chorus:
She can keep her twisted memory
Munchies don’t mean anything to me
Just let the smoke blow
Where it wants to go
Let it blow all over me

She said she loved him more than me
And that he thought she was pretty
But pretty is as pretty does
Just being pretty ain’t enough

I watched them as they drove away
And as I saw their tail lights fade
I thought out of sight out of mind
So close my eyes and call me blind

Chorus:
She can keep her twisted memory
Munchies don’t mean anything to me
Just let the smoke blow
Where it wants to go
Let it blow all over me

© Kent Newsome and Ronnie Jeffrey