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Last Straw - J.J. Sinatra



     
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I heard that you went out last night
And you looked beautiful just like a bat
Beneath the moonlight
I stayed home took a Vicodin...
Sometimes it's all that I can do
When I think about the president
How did he become the president?
And I stayed awake for a day or two
I thought about the world
Drank gin and watched the news
And there are some things I'll never understand
Why the country needs a God
And a woman needs a man
And you never write me letters
And you never sent my sweaters
So I could stay warm when I was without you
Without you I don't sleep

Just dream...
And I scratch these words into a black notebook
I wrote your name on top I knew you'd never look
I tried my best to fight the atmosphere
To think the happy thoughts
That leave the phone lines clear
I see Arizona stars from here
But Peter Pan is miles away
And you never write me letters
And you never sent my sweaters
So I could stay warm when I was without you
Without you I don't have...
A place that's safe from all the monsters
That hide in my head and sing me to sleep (sleep)
This is the last straw...
This is the last straw she said
And I won't wait for you forever
While you run around like JFK
You watched that poor girl
Waste the best years of her life
And I'll be damned if I am going out
I will not go out that way!
And you never write me letters
And you never sent my sweaters
So you could stay warm when I was gone
Without you I don't have...
A place that's safe from all the monsters
That hide in my head and keep me 'til dawn
And I think this is the last straw.

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After another evening of difficult feats performed with casual mastery, J.J. Sinatra signs his bar tab as Paxil Rose and heads home. He's had enough elbow rubbing with notable personalities for one night. He catches the waitress' eye and their brains simmer with lust and remembrance. Averting her lingering gaze, he grins and leaves. His complexion glistens as if returning from a sunbath on the sea drenched rocks of Sicily. He loosens the fat windsor knot on his imported Periwinkle silk tie while unbuttoning those shiny whalebone studded cufflinks.

Read more about J.J. Sinatra on Last.fm.


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