Ten Cent Blues Lyrics

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 pushedAnd 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, pleaseI was attached on bended knee
But I declined my leaveBut 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 witI'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 graceThere is no cure, I am sure
For this ten cent bluesThen she chose to dissect me
And I was casted into poverty

But I did not agree with her
She said, "Now, you got nerveBut 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 awayShaking hands on a doormat
I salute you, sir
A stranger and a happy fit
Too glad I'm part of it
And that I saw it all