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EISLEY lyrics : "Ten Cent Blues"

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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