Julia Take Your Man Home

Julia, take your man home
 He's just sitting at the bar
 Carving shapes that look like dicks into the wood
 Julia, take your man home
 He keeps running in and out of the street
 With a weed between his teeth he calls a rose
 Julia, take your man home
 He keeps talking about New Jersey and cocaine
 And some person he keeps saying is made of glass
 Julia, take your man home
 Lay him down on a bed of thorns
 And I've got a feeling
 He'll say sorry
 Come tomorrow morning
 And when he wakes in a bed of thorns
 I've got a feeling
 He'll say sorry
 Just wait for tomorrow morning
 When I asked him if he needed to go home
 He said, "The beating heart of a lonely
 Man is nothing but an unheard decrescendo"
 Julia, take your man home
 He keeps filling up the room with smoke
 And then claiming that it's just his ghost
 Sayin', Julia, take your man home
 Lay him down on a bed of thorns
 And I've got a feeling
 He'll say sorry
 Come tomorrow morning
 And when he wakes in a bed of thorns
 I've got a feeling
 He'll say sorry
 Just wait for tomorrow morning
 And you can tell him for yourself that you ain't gonna pluck
 No rose petals out of his teeth for him
 To say that he loves you would be unfair towards you, and
 To say that he needs you would be unfair towards you, too
 To say that he loves you would be unfair towards you, and
 To say that he needs you would be unfair towards you, too