Cancion : Ten Cent Blues
Artista : Eisley
Album : Combinations
Url : https://www.letras10.co/letra-ten-cent-blues-de-eisley


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 looked to see that it was she
Just some abandoned little crook like me
Adieu, adieu, and fare thee well
This was the ending plea

Oh, whoa...
I was attached on bended knee
But I declined my leave

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
And I'm probably gonna lose this race
There is no doubt, she's such a mouse
With such an abstract grace

Oh, whoa...
There is no cure, I am sure
For these ten cent blues

And 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 that defeat?

In a way, it's making 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 doormat
I salute you, sir
A stranger end, a happy fit
So glad I'm part of it
And that I saw it all


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