Eisley - Ten Cent Blues Lyrics
Dear Orthodox,I Can't Control My Feelings,And Who Hit Me?I Just Might BeComing Round The BushAnd My Stilts, They Began CrackingSubsequently PushedAnd I Looked To See That It Was SheJust Some Abandoned Little Crook Like MeAdieu, Adieu, And Fare Thee WellThis Was The Ending, PleaseOh, Whoa...I Was Attached On Bended KneeBut I Declined My LeaveBut Who Could BlameA Fraction Of Her Being?She Is Cheesy, She Is ScrawnyWith Her Uncanny StylingI'm Teasing, She Is PleasingShe Just Has No WitAnd I'm Sorry I Don't Have Her FaceAnd I'm Probably Gonna Lose This RaceThere Is No Doubt She's Such A MouseWith Such An Abstract GraceOh, Whoa...There Is No Cure, I Am SureFor These Ten Cent BluesAnd Then She Chose To Dissect MeAnd I Was Casted Into PovertyBut I Did Not Agree With HerShe Said, "now, You've Got Nerve,"But I Don't Care If I'm GrantedFor All These ThingsIf I Were One Among This CrowdWould You Call That Defeat?In A Way It's Making Me CrazyIn A Sense That It's Making Me StrongerA Likely Chance, And It's Probably ProvenIn The End We'll All Walk AwayShaking Hands On The DoormatI Salute You, SirA Stranger And A Happy FitI'm Glad I'm Part Of ItAnd That I Saw It All
