The DoneFors - Crazy Eight Lyrics
Play me a pretty ditty, babyI wore this dress for youCan we kick off our shoes?Stop dancing to drink some booze?Before you walk me home at two would you place me a song?You are a humble little roosterWhen you tickle my ivoriesSeems Thursdays were made for theseStolen glances and bucklin’ kneesI’m beggin’ you baby, pleaseWon’t you play me a song?You bandage up my blistered toesMy getaway sticks need no pantyhoseYour apartment is in my nose‘Cause that’s the way what we got goesThe rain is breathing down our necksAccording to the Farmer’s AlmanacBut we got fifty-two to stackYou’re my funny, crazy eightSome day we’ll bail on the citySettle down some place cleanWhere the sky s blue and cleanWe’ll make our own hipster sceneYou’ll be king, baby, I’ll be queenWhen you play me a songWe can play at playing houseI’ll pretend to be the perfect spouseIt’s not like we got dreams to dowseThis is all just make-believeWe don’t have to speak about how we feelWe just hit play and watch the reelWho needs true love when there’s cards to deal?My sweet little, crazy eightNext you make me miss a turnPick up two, I start to squirmYou’re lucky that you’re handsomeYou put on your best gangster faceDrop a hint and drop an acePut on your cement shoes, babyDoll face wants to kiss you
