Lonesome, Handsome Man

It was a charmed life,

For Mr. Robinson

All the girls came

A couple of them stayed,

For awhile

And if he won't, shut up tonight

About one who got away

Don't slag him too hard man, that's just his style

Been his style for a while

And he say:

Everything he try to hold, man

Just seem to slip away

He just wanna be in love

For another day

There's no noose, round his neck

Just a drink, in his hand

Won't you dance?

With a lonesome, handsome man

It was a charmed life,

And it bothered him

He said "I'm way too slack, to push this start"

(well of course you are)

He said he's fed up and finished, man

Chasing his ghost around

Every hollow hole, in tired town

He went down down down

And he say:

Everything he try to hold, man

Seem to slip away

He just wanna be in love

For another day

There's no noose, round his neck

Just a drink, in his hand

Won't you dance?

With a lonesome, handsome man

You can catch him out here, alright

On one of the hardest nights

In an easy, breezy motherfucking life

No there's no noose, round my neck

Just a drink, in my hand

Won't you dance?

With a lonesome, handsome man

No there's no noose, round my neck

I could die right where I stand

Have a drink, have a dance

Honey, take my hand

Take the hand of a handsome man

Take the hand of a handsome man