Remember Emily?
In a long dress one summer day
she said yes
Now every special request
requires another
So many times it
feels endless, a big yes
Branded red on each breast
But she selfless out there
Doing her best strangest scene
Nobody seemed to be impressed.
The more she do for this fool
The more she behind schedule
Had no fun for so long
Old records turned her onto
High School flings
And she was full of daring
Colorful hair used to wear
thirteen rings
Now she staring drudgery
Full in the face
and accepts it as her place
And just in case there's
anything she missed,
She recheck the list
Does it over again,
To make sure it's spotless.
Jimmy longed for
how it used to be,
She was viscous and volatile
She was feisty,
iced tea was the tipple never
asked nicely
Her lips used to
Curl down ever so slightly,
impolite,
Fire burned bright behind
the Oakleys,
We just had to get to grips.
After a few long sips juice
begin to lose flavour,
She no longer gets to savor
being consumed.
Jimmy sleeps drunk in the
other room still in his shoes
Escaping head long
into the booze,
The whole house vibrating with
the changes of moods.
From feisty she turned into be
nice to me In the
old days he'd of been
wearing Ice T,
Jimmy pray those times return,
She was fine and
so beautifully unconcerned.
Jimmy Told her
on the day he quit
You don't love me you
love the relationship
<Interlude>
Me? I'm the progeny
product of misogyny
Jimmy and Emily's homogeny
They promised me
nothing but honesty,
And that's all I got,
I could never be the
cement in their destiny,
They still haven't forgiven me,
You know my own
woman is leaving me
Said she stopped believing me,
Cant even see
what she saw in me,
I told my woman she was
beautiful, She didn't believe,
Convinced herself I was
preparing to leave,
so she took my son
and left the world to freeze
I told my woman she was
beautiful Ten Times a Day,
Ten Times a Day
she would Smile, and look away.
<Interlude>
I end up throwing my love
down a bottomless pit.
And giving myself away...
cked down
and they put you first in line
And so you finally ask yourself
just how big you are
and take your place in a wiser
world of bigger motor cars
<Intelrude>
So Where the hell was Biggles
when you needed him
last Saturday
And where were all the sportsmen
who always pulled you though
They're all resting down
in Cornwall
writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual
See there! A man born