Eric Michael Jones

Sugar and Oil

 

 

I saw her standing on the corner

Suitcase in her hand

She wasn’t livin’ a lie anymore

She was leaving a man

 

Got a schedule for the Greyhound

I heard her talking on the phone

Does not appear to be hanging around

I think she’s headed home

Leaving me alone

 

She used to cook me my dinner

Put it on a tray

Stand around and talk for a while

'Til I send her away

 

She’s a vegetarian she’ is in PETA

Concerned about the ethical treatment of animals

I wear leather and I’m a meat eater

But we both love to dance to Fine Young Cannibals

 

Sometimes we go up to the bedroom

She likes to touch my hair

I wanna get it on and get it over with

Get over there

 

I know it sounds like we don’t get along

She’s like sugar and I’m like oil

Sometimes it’s sweet, sometimes it’s too strong

Sometimes it blows like a blood-filled boil

 

I saw her standing on the corner

Suitcase in her hand

She wasn’t livin’ a lie anymore

She was leaving a man

 

I’ll learn to cook my own breakfast

I’ll learn to cut my own hair

But I’ll never figure out how to get happy

If she’s not there

 

I know it sounds like we don’t get along

She’s like sugar and I’m like oil

Sometimes it’s sweet, sometimes it’s too strong

Sometimes it blows like a blood-filled boil

 

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© Eric Michael Jones /
Studioli / ASCAP

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