Eisley - Ten Cent Blues lyrics
[Eisley - Ten Cent Blues lyrics]
And who hit me? I just might be
Coming round the bush
And my stilts, they began cracking
Subsequently pushed
And I looked to see that it was she
Just some abandoned little crook like me
Adieu, adieu, and fare thee well
This was the ending plea oh, whoa
I was attached on bended knee
But, I declined my leave
But who could blame a fraction of her being?
She is cheesy, she is scrawny
With her uncanny styling
I'm teasing, she is pleasing
She just has no wit
And I'm sorry I don't have her face
And I'm probably gonna lose this race
There is no doubt, she's such a mouse
With such an abstract grace
Oh, whoa there is no cure, I am sure
For these ten cent blues
And then she chose to dissect me
And I was casted into poverty
But, I did not agree with her
She said, "Now, you've got nerve"
But, I don't care if I'm granted
For all these things
If I were one among this crowd
Would you call that defeat?
In a way, it's making me crazy
In a sense that it's making me stronger
A likely chance, and it's probably proven
In the end, we'll all walk away
Shaking hands on the doormat
I salute you, sir
A stranger end, a happy fit
So glad I'm part of it and that I saw it all
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