Shannon Mcnally - Jack B. Nimble Lyrics
Coming through the eye of a stormLost like keys in a purseI know I’ll find it but I gotta pull everything out firstWhat do you wantWhat is it that you wantYou’re always looking likeYou got something to askJack be nimbleJack be quickThink I’m gonna, gonna be sickWind swept and drifting follow me downWhy don’t you come see me when I come around.I saw you watch herYour eyes were fixedYou were talking to meBut the show was for herI read your vanityLike a murder mysteryIt was surprisingly thin on plotWell if you want herGo on and get herYeah, I won’t stop youIf you wish upon anotherDon’t say I didn’t warn youWhen your ship comes inand you find yourself lostIn a whirlpool windI waited in lineI even said pleaseI knew you were a mythShoulda guessed you’d be a teaseGotta run for coverTake to the hillsCan’t get it out of my mind, this drillThis shifting palletthis swirling turnthis pattern of greased spendingwith little to no return