Ten Cent Blues 歌词

Dear orthodox I can't control my feelings And who hit me? I just might be coming 'roung the bush And my stilts, they began cracking, subsequently pushed And I look to see that it was she Just some abandoned little crook like me Adieu, adieu and fair thee well This was the ending plea Wah, wahoo I was attached on bended knee But I declined my lead 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 going to lose this race There is no doubt she's such a mouse with Such an abstract grace Wah, wahoo There is no cure, I am sure For this ten cent blues 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 doormats, I salute you sir A stranger end, a happy fit so glad I'm part of it and that I saw it all