Complicated Man

Got all my friends I don't need no other kind Their hearts are all beating, at once And it feels like mine I've been looking for a lover But the odds are pretty slim 'Cause I've been dreaming lately Of a girl, who is a friend But She don't really know me Oh, She'd never understand She don't know me I'm gonna to call her up I'm gonna to call her up again I got all my money Gonna spend it on something nice Like a four-leaf clover, I found in oak cliff half-price I ain't trying to get lucky, I swear I just need a ride there To her house on Rose St. So I can put it in her hair But She don't really know me Oh, She'd never understand She don't know me I'm a complicated man She don't know me Still, I'm driving out Driving out to Rose St. Again I got all my records Categorized by saints Like, St. Cohen, and Chris Whitley There's a pile of those that aint I listen like a sacrament The odds are no one gives a shit But I don't care 'Cause they been singing lately For that girl with the lucky hair But She don't really know me Oh, she'd never understand She don't know me I'm a very complicated man She don't know me But maybe she's the one That can help me Forget who I am