What Sells from What Sells by Elijah Cash

What Sells

Darlin, your goods live up to their name.
You wear that dress like a candle wears a flame,
and I want to be the hot wax pooling at your feet--
dripping and drowning in your heat.
I want to buy what sells.

You don't got a man; you got a dozen.
And they all lining up to eat from your hands.
All that power must come at a cost, honey.
But the market will bear a price that's fair.
And I'm willing to pay for what sells.

Darlin, I got coin just like them,
and I don't want to spend it on any other whim.
For you, I'll count out all my shells;
baby, I want to buy what sells.

Other boys might be scared--come to you shaking like a leaf.
But I'll walk right up to you, sure-footed as a thief.
Preacher man says I'll go straight to hell;,
but I'm deaf to them church bells, sugar, when you're near
'cause I want to buy what sells.

CHORUS

• Blues
• folk
• lo-fi indie
• rock
• slide guitar
• Pleasanton