Ten Cent Blues

Ten Cent Blues - Eisley

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