Sam Cooke
Wants to know
Why I'm crying
Girl, he says
Why are you crying?
Poor Sam Cooke
Can't stop me from crying
All he can do
Is soothe me
Wanna tell him
I'm no stranger to crying
I've been crying
All my life
Tears
Feel like home
Taste like home
Too
The salt
See, I'm not a California chick
Originally
In many ways
Despite what you may hear
I am very
Unoriginal
Seems like
No matter where I go though
Every time I look out a window
There's an ocean
Oh sure,
This time it's just a pool
But that's just an ocean
With closer shores
I went swimming today in your pool
And my feet got stuck
Underwater
Took a long around
Felt like my lungs were gonna burst
Then my body shot up
And I came flying out
Like a dolphin at Sea World
The body don't know
All the nasty things
The mind wants to do
So what's the next step
In this relationship?
Do I sleep out here on the couch?
Wouldn't bother me
I spent a month on a couch one
And it sure wasn't
As nice as this one
Or would you rather
I come to bed with you?
I should warn you
I have a plane ticket
In a safe deposit box
That's going to take me home tomorrow
So if you were planning
On falling in love
I'd advise against it
But I wouldn't blame you
If you did
Hey, isn't tomorrow a holiday?
Don't you got folks to see
Or something?
Oh...
Well, I'm sorry
Can't be much fun being an orphan
Just one of those things in life
You never want to be
You're pretty thought
For an orphan, I mean
Looks like life went easy on you
After it kicked you in the face
The first time
Sorry
You one of those guys
Doesn't like being called 'pretty?'
I call everybody pretty
Boys, girls, everybody
Some people are just pretty
You know?
I like the way the light
Falls over your balcony
Going down to the pool
Down to the hillside
Down to the city
It looks like it's caught my shadow
And if I lean the right way
Just a little bit forward
I can make it go farther
I can take it down, down, down
Past the city
To who knows where
Makes me want to find a pair of scissors
And cut my shadow loose
Let it see
How far
It can go
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