Ten Cent Blues Lyrics

Eisley
Combinations
Ten Cent Blues
Dear orthodox
I can't control my feelings
And who hit me? I just might be coming
'round the bush
And my stilts, they began cracking
subsequently pushed

And I look to see that it was she
Just some abandoned little crook like me
Adieu, adieu and fair thee well
This was the ending plea

Wah, wahoo
I was attached on bended knee
But I declined my lead

But who could blame a fraction of her
being?
She is cheesy, she is scrawny with her
uncanny styling
I'm teasing she is pleasing
She just has no wit

And I'm sorry I don't have her face
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And I'm probably going to lose this race
There is no doubt she's such a mouse with
Such an abstract grace

Wah, wahoo
There is no cure, I am sure
For this ten cent blues

Then she chose to dissect me
And I was casted into poverty
But I did not agree with her
She said, "Now you've got nerve"
But I don't care if I'm granted for all
these things
If I were one among this crowd
would you call the defeat?

In a way it's make me crazy
In a sense that it's making me stronger
A likely chance and it's probably proven
In the end we'll all walk away

Shaking hands on the doormats, I salute
you sir
A stranger end, a happy fit so glad I'm part
of it and that I saw it all