Ten Cent Blues Lyrics - Combinations - 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, please 

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 and a happy fit 

I'm glad I'm part of it 

And that I saw it all