Judy G.

We're rollin'?

Well i used to write lists

I use...

Why don't i count 'em in dude?

I got a groove in my head, man

One, two, three... five

Well i used to write lists

I used to like this

What would i miss if i was gone?

I said, "don't steal my story"

And then i was sorry

I feel bad when you do

Is that wrong?

And i don't know a jazz chord

Or write like i'm lovelorn

There's so much in everything most times

At others you feel trapped

And too proud to act mad

Do they know what goes on

In your mind?

When every death sonnet

Has got your name on it

There's no judy garland

In her easter bonnet

It's not like you wanted it

Here, less clear

Well he mailed a postcard

Sent from the same city

To her only permanent place

And it made her happy

And tired of self pity

Only lookin' for a place

Eyes follow her finger

Down the right column

To circle and then put away

Too far outta town

And no money down

Is still more than

I'm willing to pay

When every death sonnet

Has got your name on it

There's no judy garland

In her easter bonnet

It's not like you wanted it

Here, less clear

I want you to know

That i'm right

I want you to know

That i'm right

Oh, i want you to know

That i'm right

Here, less clear