(Benson/Falkner)
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Like a folk singer's song, I'm moving on
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And I'm not the kind of man that acts very strong
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When the girls are looking on
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When the girls are looking on (When the girls are looking on)
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If you tied my hands and put chains on my feet
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I can picture myself walking down any street
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Telling people that I meet,
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"Psst, looks like rain to me" (Looks like rain to me)
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And every single day at eleven I'm home in bed in sleep heaven
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Alone 'cause my girl leaves at seven
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Ain't got time for my bed-in
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She says "Stop pretendin'
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You're not John Lennon"
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Will I ever get over this
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Having tasted your lips with a kiss?
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You can cross me off your list
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Take these cuffs from off my wrist
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And drop your fist
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As soon as I'm well I'm gonna leave my house
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Become more of a man and less like a mouse
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Drive my car down south to the Mississippi's mouth
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In the Gulf of Mexico I'll be soused
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Every girl I made in the shade of Esplanade
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I've saved in a song that I play when I'm afraid of a full-scale air raid
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From the choices that I've made
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And every single day at eleven I'm home in bed in sleep heaven
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Alone 'cause my girl leaves at seven
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Ain't got time for my bed-in
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She says "Stop pretendin'
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You're not John Lennon"
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Will I ever get over this
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Having tasted your lips with a kiss?
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You would cross me off your list
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Take these cuffs from off my wrist
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And drop your fist.
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Drop your fist.
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No matter how much you take of each song that I make
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I'm not fragile, I don't break and I'm down at the lake
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And I hope some day you'll have it made with all that money that you make
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It was fun while it lasted and then it was blasted
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Right out of the water and into fantastic
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Now he feels shafted and she's already past it
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She's like elastic and he just seems spastic
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Every single day at eleven I'm home in bed in sleep heaven
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Alone 'cause my girl leaves at seven
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Ain't got time for my bed-in
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She says "Stop pretendin'
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You're not John Lennon"
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Will I ever get over this
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Having tasted your lips with a kiss?
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You can cross me off your list
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Take these cuffs from off my wrist
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If I ever get over this
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You can cross me off your list
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Take these cuffs from off my wrist
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And drop your fist.
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Folk Singer
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Brendan Benson |