Sailor from Singe by Lo Wolf

You got the car, I got the place
Get the money, I’ll be your bank
I don’t care to be the one

You remember names, I’ll remember faces
Write a number one hit to pay for her braces
I don’t care if you’re the one

Lemme make up your mind for you
Let me make up your mind
I ain’t known for all that much
I’m dead if I’m defined

Not your first, I’m not your last
Girls call you iconoclastic
I never claimed to be a real class act

Not your last, I’m not your first
Denying you only makes it worse
Been swimming in fresh water dying of thirst

Let me break this down for you
It’s my mistake to make
Might be a late late bloomer
But I’m coming for that stage

I like your words, I love your mouth
Say I’m such a damn yankee must be from the south
I don’t care where I’m from

I like your words, I love your taste
I hear them whisper to each other it’s a damn darn waste
Tell me I’m too pretty to vacuum a rug

Let me spell it out for them, it’s not like I failed
I played it straight for quite some time
Captain that ship sailed

Cover it up quick, strip it down real slow
Did I fool you once or were you in on the peep show

I do not want to hold a pick
Slim choosing’s coat check box full of battles
Grave diggers gonna rob those cradles
Nothing is so hard as missing a month

Let me settle the bet for you
I bet I’ll make you sway
She might be a smooth smooth talker
But she’s quiet at the end of the day

Let me spell it out for them, it’s not like I failed
I played it straight for quite some time
Captain that ship sailed

• Acoustic
• Folk
• Soul
• americana
• country
• singer-songwriter
• Asheville