Church - The Maven Lyrics
Here comes the maven, hes coming aroundHes such a connoisseur, hes such an autograph hound, yeahHes got 60 yes-men and they tend to agreeTheres a long black book without any eyesHes got my number but hes got your size, yeahAnd if you measure up then a sure trickll be wiseJust turn the light off when you go (he hates the dark)Just tell the jury all you know (was just a lark)Well send a sign to you over the seaThere goes the maven, sowing his seedOne for the rock, one for the hand that feeds, yeahHe reaps the harvest with his sleight of handJust say the magic word and hes at your sideBeware his tender touch, his plans are chilly and wide, yeahSleeps through the winter in a white quiet landHere is the maven, draining the cupHe takes your arm and then he eats you up, yeahThere is a surfeit of everything you craveHere is the maven, signing the checkHe bought us dinner so what the *****ing heck, yeahThere is a surplus of everything you save
