Is a Woman
Album - 19 febbraio 2002 - Debaser id 24449

You lay around the house
Nothing much to bark about
Jump onto the bed
Just bones and squirrels inside your head
This is the only life I see
For you

And if I gave a crap
Would that show you where my head is at
I would ride the moon
And even if it comes too soon
I could fall for you
And you could fall for me

So we go all to the shows
And happiness is all we know
How it got to you
And how it got to me too
I wish I never knew
About my blue wave

William called and tried to tell me
That his sister's boyfriend has just died
He's not sure what to do
And I'm not sure what to tell him he should do
Sometimes William, we're just screwed
In my blue wave

So what's the girl to do
Sits on the couch and she's feeling blue
Shakes it in the cup
And she doesn't mind if it stays up
Up up oh - never mind the world
My blue girl

And the best is yet to come
You may think you are the only one
To never get it right
Just stick around on this lovely night
And we may be amazed
By my blue wave

To conclude this interview
Many facts and fictions you construe
The dog gives you the paw
You pat his head and you wipe his jaw
He's the only one who knew
About my blue wave

Teardrops from a shadow
This tongue starts to waggle
That's a lovely dress yo'
And oh that's just "titian"

And it's not true you know you swear
And all by yourself
As time delivers for a while now
This may not appeal to you
But i can hardly spell my name

A siamese is lonely also
And i've been waiting all my life
In spite of this arrangement,
Moderation on vacation
It's time we all settled down

Chickadee tosses leaves out of her nester
My uncle's uncle's uncles fester
To chesnutt's empty sound
One by one they hit the ground
It's fall and it's warm
And i've got a sweater

Tell me nothing nothing's better
The flowers wilt from the weight of the leaves
But it's not the cold
It's the dryness
That makes it so, (groovy)

Believe you me
Believe me you
Let it roll
God cues his trees to drop their load
I've got some used cowboy boots
You've got some weed

It's a noisy cracked accumulation
Of golden brown, mr. Brown's first born
Can anyone get it
It's not too obvious
Two friends locked in a dutch romance

It's the angry middle aged distraction
Your postman stumbles in the yard
With a message long
You communicate through song
And take it up with the vicar

Believe you me
Believe me you
Grateful for the score
The nuts today you store
Could come in handy in the future