Ten Cent Blues Lyrics - Eisley

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Dear orthodox
I can't control my feelings
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 please

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 and a happy fit
I'm glad i'm part of it
And that i saw it all

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