I walk in
And he starts playing
Ain’t I Good to You?
You trying to be funny, Bobby?
You trying to be funny, Bobby?
You think that’s funny?
I’m not mad at you, baby
Don’t worry
Nobody’s mad at you
Just noticing things
That’s all
I like that song, you know
I like it a lot
It’s no As Time Goes By
But it makes me smile all the same
Not like there’s lots of songs out there
That can make a girl smile
Not even me
And I’m a pretty happy girl
Most of the time
Just feel like
When I lived back east
I always had somewhere to go
And someone to light my cigarettes for me
Here nobody smokes
And anytime you get somewhere
You find out nobody’s there waiting for you
Bobby’s the one that came by
And put in a tv for me
So I’d have something
To keep me company
Told me I should get a cat
I said, ‘Bobby, a cat can take care of itself
That’s why it doesn’t appeal to me'
If it can take care of itself
What does it need me for?
Even a television
Needs you to turn it on
And I’m good at that
You should hear my friend Maureen
Sing this song
She could sing it--
Jesus
Jesus
It would melt you
That’s how good it was
She’s been gone a few years
Car accident
Just a dumb old
Red-light runner
And now this song is--
Bobby plays it
And I ask him
Who the hell’s supposed to sing it?
Not me
I don’t like singing
A dead woman’s song
Doesn’t matter if she’s dead
The song’s still hers
But it does make me smile
I liked Mauren
But if I’m being honest
I didn’t think too much about her
When she was alive
Now that she’s dead
I think about her all the time
I think about her all the time
Wish I knew she was going to die
I might have thought about her more
When I had the chance to come here
And get a seat in front
Listen to her sing
Somebody should have recorded her singing it
It’s a sin that they didn’t
It’s a real sin
Funny they call it the City of Angels
When everybody knows
It’s a City of Sinners
The sun comes up
And you see people scurrying back
To their little hillside holes
Like vampires, but--
Not as sexy
Not as interesting
Just people
Who can’t take
Seeing things
In the light
Just people
Who don’t like
The sun
And that’s too bad
You know?
Because out here
All we got
Is sun
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