"Oyster," lyrics by Jess Coffman

His hands are rough,

He’s rough and tumble.

But I like the way he chatters, 

clatters and mumbles. 

His bumby mood, 

Makes me seem so smooth.

His tough exterior’s not inferior,

In the bed room...

He’s my oyster,

And I’m his pearl.

He’s my protector,

And I’m his shiny girl.

And though it’s true,

I bother some...

He makes me stronger everyday,

In his self-preserving way.

Who knew a wright man could be,
The right man, and... 
My new favorite delicacy?

I love his arms,  

and his calloused hands.

And he loves the way I whisper my  

Adorable demands.

He always waits, 

For me to come. 

And I when I do...
it's with a hippy groove, 

That makes his edges come undone.

Cause he's my oyster,

And I’m his pearl.

He’s my protector, 

And I’m his shiny girl. 

And though it’s true,

I bother some...

He makes me stronger everyday,

In his self-preserving way.

Who knew a wright man could be, 
The right man, and...

My new favorite delicacy? 

He dresses me in dainty things, 

Mainly calcium carbonate rings, 

Cause I’m the prize and he is my shell.

I am wild, extremely rare, 

He’s a catch, we’re quite a pair.

We both thrive in extreme moisture. 

He’s my world, He is my oyster.

When I fall to pieces 

He can always fix it, 

He creates beauty, out of nothing.

He just gets it. 
When he opened up, 
I was thrilled to find...
I'm the pearl, 
But he's the treasure, 
He's every woman's pleasure. 

The perfect man...
The strong and loyal kind.

Yes, He’s my oyster,

And I’m his pearl.

He’s my protector 

And I’m his shiny girl.

And though it’s true,

I bother some...

He makes me stronger everyday,

In his self-preserving way.

Who knew a wright man 

Could grow to be,

The right man, and...

My favorite delicacy.

He's my one and only favorite delicacy.

JESS COFFMAN

"Oyster," is dedicated to all of the men out there who work really fucking hard with their hands, to support their women and their families. My dad is a teamster and I was raised by an incredibly hard-working and hard-loving "wright"man. Men who work with their hands, are beautiful, strong, often surprisingly sensitive and usually masculine as hell. 

These lyrics are meant to be in the cheeky/sexy/jazzy style of a Norah Jones tune, such as "Turn Me On," or "Man of The Hour." I came across "Man of the Hour," on Pandora while listening to the "Ella Fitzgerald" radio station, and I absolutely fell in love with it. I was grateful later to perform "Man of the Hour," at Caffe Vivaldi in NYC. I got the crowd giggling and howling with me afterward. 

Check out all of the giggling and howling in the video of me singing "Man of the Hour," at the link below. 

Jess sings "Man of the Hour" at Caffe Vivaldi

Peace, Pearls and Oysters,

Your Jess