I saw her standing on the corner
Suitcase in her hand
She wasn’t living a lie anymore
She was leaving a man
Got a schedule from 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
Until 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
Words and music by Eric Michael Jones – ©PAu003126415 Eric Michael Jones – Studioli
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