Lisa Bastoni: Lyrics

You said it was all right
So I went out last night
Down to the bar
Just me and the guys
I left you sitting in that broken chair
Practicing your doghouse stare
I think you think
That I'm gonna tell you lies
I wish I could protect you
From the serpents in your head
But for all the times I can't talk to you
And all the things you put me through
It's a damn good thing
That you're good in bed

You come in from the sidewalk
You throw your guitar onto the ground
Call up the academy, please someone
Get my little drama queen a crown
You fall to your knees to pray
To God to change your voice, your name
To curse you
With some other dream instead
But for all of these mascara stains
On the shoulders of my tee-shirts
It's a damn good thing
That you're good in bed

Well I am a strong man
But I have my limits
And you push them
Every time you get so blue
And then you pull yourself together
Seem so happy, talk so clever
And you wonder why I might be confused

So you hung it up and pawned your stuff
And enrolled yourself in secretarial school
Well I'm not gonna call your bluff this time
I hope you're happy in the typing pool
I'll say, "Baby, that's just wonderful,
You got your own cubicle
And corporate gray carpeting your head"
My girl types 90 words a minute now
If you ask me nice I'll tell you how
She used to be so damn good in bed


(c) and (p) 2002 Lisa Bastoni