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Lyrics: When you'd tuck me in at night, roll up the covers turn out the light, kiss me on the cheek and say, "I heard Tony Chop-Chop got away. Now the window must stay open, don't touch it little boy. If you're still here in the morning, I'll buy you a brand new toy." I don't know what Jack saw in you, the old man wouldn't see the truth. You didn't want us in the deal, so you ground up dirt and put it in our meals. There was method in the madness, you were slippery as an eel, you're a family epidemic and I don't like how it feels. You're the toast of the town with the neighbors around, you're the cool one. You're a chameleon, and I'm waiting for the change. When you come up for air with that hundred-yard stare, coming undone, this party is no fun. You've lost hold of the reins. The time has passed and I've moved on, made up my mind to forget the wrong. Life is sweeter when you share, even strangers show they care. I've buried the hatchet, it stops with me. Hate costs plenty, love would have been free. Tabs:
(Whit Smith, c. 2002 Osage Music / Calhoun Street Music (BMI)) |
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