Eisley - Ten Cent Blues Lyrics

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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

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

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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

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 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 a doormat

I salute you sir

A stranger and a happy fit

Too glad I'm part of it

And that I saw it all

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