You were just swinging like a dime
Posing with no reason and no rhyme
Did you help me find the long way home?
Sing me songs that I did not know?
I'd been waking up for quite some time
Workers breaking pavement outside
Then one day at the bus stop getting high
All legs and all hair dye
This is where I realize
My trouble comes with bluest eyes
Now when I walk in the room you know it's all I can do
To stare at the floor and not to look at you
What do you think I am leaning on the wall?
What do you think I am, or do you think at all?
This is where I realize
My trouble comes with bluest eyes
Now when I walk in the room you know it's all I can do
To stare at the floor and not to look at you
I flavor to taste because taste is free
There are so few things between the rent and me
You were standing outside of the lines
You were just swinging like a dime
You were something of a charity
And I wanted you to give some to me
But what do you think I am, the smoke in your clothes?
What do you think I am, or do you think at all?
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