Adam Green - Buddy Bradley lyrics

This is not a good day to call me
Because, I cannot spare some sympathy
My own feeling is mostly unclear
And when I'm talking to you, I'm not here
I don't think I'll ever be ready for you
But, I'll be trying to help you out, too
So I went downstairs for a walk
But, I had no strength, did not talk

Yes, you are the flatulent one
And I am the bore who has a gun
You ran into me with such force
Now all I can be is Buddy Bradley
And all of her friends have
Been approved by them
And all I can hear is people singing
Now two of a kind has come across my mind
Where "Forevermore" is painted on her door
Just cancel the Sunday salon
And bury the gravedigger's son
No money could last for too long
Nobody could pay for this song

And all of her friends have
Been approved by them
And all I can hear is people singing
Now two of a kind has come across my mind
Where "Forevermore" is painted on her door