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 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 Drop your fist 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