ANA11060
Inspiration Blues
Lyrics
Janette, Janette Ginger dreaming, I bet. She’s sipping blackberry wine Just to try and forget. She’s in the backseat, trying to come down. Behold, behold Lovely lady of gold She’s got lies in her pocket that Miss America sold If you sold it, you cannot get it back. ‘Cause I got away with it… Mr. Fox Holds his heart while he talks He’s spitting little lies with every step that he walks But I paid him Oh, I paid him to do his job. Marie, Marie Shivers wonderfully She wore her purple shoes for everybody to see And when the flash came The silence rang as it came down. ‘Cause I got away with it… Little lady you were my kind of crazy I thought everybody was on the backstage waiting But you were not and I regret it from the second I said it. ‘Cause you sold it ‘Cause you sold it, ‘cause you came right back and you sold it. I thought I told you, I thought I told you But I guess not. And I got away with it…
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