Folk Singer

Like a folk singer's song I'm moving on And I'm not the kind of man that acts very strong When the girls are looking on When the girls are looking on If you tied my hands and put chains on my feet I can picture myself walking down any street Telling people that I meet Looks like rain to me Every single day at eleven I'm home in bed in sleep heaven Alone 'cause my girl leaves at seven ain't got time for my bedn'in She said stop pretendin' you're not JOhn Lennon Will I ever get over this Having tasted your lips with a kiss You can cross me off your list Take these cuffs from off my wrists And drop your fists Soon as I'm well I'm gonna leave my house Become more of a man and less like a mouse Drive my car down south to the Mississippi's mouth In the gulf of Mexico I'll get soused Every girl I made in the shade of Esplanade I've saved in a song that I play when I'm afraid Of a full scale air-raid From the choices that I've made When I heard the news about the union dues And how each time I lose no matter which door I choose I put on my walking shows And I just cruised (and you know I got bruised) It was fun while it lasted until it was blasted Right out of the water and into fantastic Now he feels shafted and she's already past it She's like elastic and he's so spastic --- Folk Singer - Brendan Benson