Folk Singer Songtext
von Brendan Benson
Folk Singer Songtext
Like a folk singer′s song, I'm moving on
And I′m not the kind of man, that acts very strong
When the girls are looking on
When the girls are looking on (When the girls are looking on)
If you tied my hands and put chains on my feet
I can picture myself, walking down any street
Telling people that I meet
Psst, looks like rain to me (Looks like rain to me)
Every single day at eleven, I'm home in bed in sleep heaven
Alone, cuz my girl leaves at seven
Ain't got time for my bed-in, she says, "Stop pretendin′"
You′re not John Lennon
Will I ever get over this?
Having tasted your lips with a kiss
You can cross me off your list
Take these cuffs from off my wrist
And drop your fist
As soon as I'm well, I′m gonna leave my house
Become more of a man and less like a mouse
Drive my car down south to the Mississippi's mouth
In the Gulf Of Mexico, I′ll be soused
Every girl I made in the shade of Esplanade
I've saved in a song, that I play when I′m afraid
Of a full scale air-raid
From the choices that I've made
Every single day at eleven, I'm home in bed in sleep heaven
Alone, cuz my girl leaves at seven
Ain′t got time for my bed-in, she says, "Stop pretendin′"
You're not John Lennon
Will I ever get over this?
Having tasted your lips with a kiss
You can cross me off your list
Take these cuffs from off my wrist
And drop your fist
Drop your fist
Don′t matter how much you take of each song that I make
I'm not fragile, I don′t break and I'm down at the lake
And I hope, some day you′ll have it made
With all that money that you rake
It was fun while it lasted and then he was blasted
Right out of the water and into fantastic
Now he feels shafted and she's already past it
She's like elastic and he′s s-so spastic
Every single day at eleven, I′m home in bed in sleep heaven
Alone, cuz my girl leaves at seven
Ain't got time for my bed-in, she says, "Stop pretendin′"
You're not John Lennon
Will I ever get over this?
Having tasted your lips with a kiss
You can cross me off your list
Take these cuffs from off my wrist
Will I ever get over this?
Having tasted your lips with a kiss
You can cross me off your list
If I ever get over this
Will I ever get over this?
Having tasted your lips with a kiss
You can cross me off your list
Take these cuffs from off my wrist
And drop your fist
And I′m not the kind of man, that acts very strong
When the girls are looking on
When the girls are looking on (When the girls are looking on)
If you tied my hands and put chains on my feet
I can picture myself, walking down any street
Telling people that I meet
Psst, looks like rain to me (Looks like rain to me)
Every single day at eleven, I'm home in bed in sleep heaven
Alone, cuz my girl leaves at seven
Ain't got time for my bed-in, she says, "Stop pretendin′"
You′re not John Lennon
Will I ever get over this?
Having tasted your lips with a kiss
You can cross me off your list
Take these cuffs from off my wrist
And drop your fist
As soon as I'm well, I′m gonna leave my house
Become more of a man and less like a mouse
Drive my car down south to the Mississippi's mouth
In the Gulf Of Mexico, I′ll be soused
Every girl I made in the shade of Esplanade
I've saved in a song, that I play when I′m afraid
Of a full scale air-raid
From the choices that I've made
Every single day at eleven, I'm home in bed in sleep heaven
Alone, cuz my girl leaves at seven
Ain′t got time for my bed-in, she says, "Stop pretendin′"
You're not John Lennon
Will I ever get over this?
Having tasted your lips with a kiss
You can cross me off your list
Take these cuffs from off my wrist
And drop your fist
Drop your fist
Don′t matter how much you take of each song that I make
I'm not fragile, I don′t break and I'm down at the lake
And I hope, some day you′ll have it made
With all that money that you rake
It was fun while it lasted and then he was blasted
Right out of the water and into fantastic
Now he feels shafted and she's already past it
She's like elastic and he′s s-so spastic
Every single day at eleven, I′m home in bed in sleep heaven
Alone, cuz my girl leaves at seven
Ain't got time for my bed-in, she says, "Stop pretendin′"
You're not John Lennon
Will I ever get over this?
Having tasted your lips with a kiss
You can cross me off your list
Take these cuffs from off my wrist
Will I ever get over this?
Having tasted your lips with a kiss
You can cross me off your list
If I ever get over this
Will I ever get over this?
Having tasted your lips with a kiss
You can cross me off your list
Take these cuffs from off my wrist
And drop your fist
Writer(s): Brendan Benson, Jason Falkner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
