Time filed away this tragedy, Miss Toots, one slip of the tongue and Iíd know I was done
It was a cold fact, wrapped up tight in many a bold move...
But then, you didnít come over here to listen, did you, Miss Toots?
Well, if youíre going to stay, pour us a double and keep your hemline to yourself
It means nothing to me at the moment and your mouth looks better closed
You could bore me to tears with any given syllable, so lift your hair and expose an ear...
Rushes of metal once flowed in these veins, Miss Toots, distilling me in barrels of pleasure and pain
Multiplying my actions over and over again never equaled more than less than nothing
So, what then, is the point in having you launder my stain?
Hearts on strings were constantly dangling in the frightened ones dying agony
Without a second thought, Miss Toots, I couldnít see how they slowly crept over me
Spending my time like a book of bad checks, they began overcoming my senses
All those thrilling novels stashed under the staircase, piled up high in psycho-knit layers
My baby and I ran out of time, as the doors slammed behind all the naked soothsayers
Never bet on a loser, Miss Toots, unless you want to win
Now, as those long nights passed, delusions left my eyes and spilled onto my pillow
Listening to a radio squelching annoyingly to a misguided frequency
The knob kept turning and my mind kept burningÖ
I couldnít miss her more than I do, and you know what that means, donít you, Miss Toots?
So, hereís a double-saw for your trouble as I slip back in my bubble
All this talkiní has stirred my naturals and now I gotta take a _ _ _ _...
...just bein' Bluesy
[This message has been edited by Bluesy Socrateaser (12-05-2017 12:38 AM).]