Ten Cent Blues

Dear orthodox

I can't control my feelings

And who hit me? I just might be coming 'roung the bush

And my stilts, they began cracking, subsequently pushed

And I look to see that it was she

Just some abandoned little crook like me

Adieu, adieu and fair thee well

This was the ending plea

Wah, wahoo

I was attached on bended knee

But I declined my lead

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 going to lose this race

There is no doubt she's such a mouse with

Such an abstract grace

Wah, wahoo

There is no cure, I am sure

For this ten cent blues

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 doormats, I salute you sir

A stranger end, a happy fit so glad I'm part of it and that I saw it all