Folk Singer

Like a folk singer's song, I'm moving on
 And I'm not the kind of man, that acts very strong
 When the girls are looking on
 When the girls are looking on (When the girls are looking on)
 If you tied my hands and put chains on my feet
 I can picture myself, walking down any street
 Telling people that I meet
 Psst, looks like rain to me (Looks like rain to me)
 Every single day at eleven, I'm home in bed in sleep heaven
 Alone, cuz my girl leaves at seven
 Ain't got time for my bed-in, she says, "Stop pretendin'"
 You're not John Lennon
 Will I ever get over this?
 Having tasted your lips with a kiss
 You can cross me off your list
 Take these cuffs from off my wrist
 And drop your fist
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 As soon as I'm well, I'm gonna leave my house
 Become more of a man and less like a mouse
 Drive my car down south to the Mississippi's mouth
 In the Gulf Of Mexico, I'll be soused
 Every girl I made in the shade of Esplanade
 I've saved in a song, that I play when I'm afraid
 Of a full scale air-raid
 From the choices that I've made
 Every single day at eleven, I'm home in bed in sleep heaven
 Alone, cuz my girl leaves at seven
 Ain't got time for my bed-in, she says, "Stop pretendin'"
 You're not John Lennon
 Will I ever get over this?
 Having tasted your lips with a kiss
 You can cross me off your list
 Take these cuffs from off my wrist
 And drop your fist
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 Drop your fist
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 Don't matter how much you take of each song that I make
 I'm not fragile, I don't break and I'm down at the lake
 And I hope, some day you'll have it made
 With all that money that you rake
 It was fun while it lasted and then he was blasted
 Right out of the water and into fantastic
 Now he feels shafted and she's already past it
 She's like elastic and he's s-so spastic
 Every single day at eleven, I'm home in bed in sleep heaven
 Alone, cuz my girl leaves at seven
 Ain't got time for my bed-in, she says, "Stop pretendin'"
 You're not John Lennon
 Will I ever get over this?
 Having tasted your lips with a kiss
 You can cross me off your list
 Take these cuffs from off my wrist
 Will I ever get over this?
 Having tasted your lips with a kiss
 You can cross me off your list
 If I ever get over this
 Will I ever get over this?
 Having tasted your lips with a kiss
 You can cross me off your list
 Take these cuffs from off my wrist
 And drop your fist