Mason Jennings
Mason Jennings - 12/8 Time songtekst
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12/8 time seemed to her to be some sort of life of crime With the handcuffs and the billy clubs coming down on me She said rock 'n roll don't give her nothing but bad dreams So she planned my funeral and left me for dead A single corpse in a double bed But now she's standing on my front porch She goes knock knock knock knock Knock knock knock knock She come a-knockin at my door Now she come a-knockin at my door Now her key it don't fit I'm not gonna let her in Now she come a-knockin at my door Now she come a-knockin at my door Now her key it don't fit I'm not gonna let her in Now wouldn't you lookie here She's got a perfume bottle and a fancy clothes And a ribbon in her hair Well she ain't bad-lookin', and I'll give her that But she ain't all there And her body ain't as sexy as her underwear Her stomach ain't big enough I suppose To eat up all the mean words that she spoke She gonna try and ring quiet but the doorbell's broke She gonna hafta knock knock knock, I said You're gonna knock knock knock, yeah She come a-knockin at my door Now she come a-knockin at my door Now her key it don't fit I'm not gonna let her in Now she come a-knockin at my door Now she come a-knockin at my door Now her key it don't fit I'm not gonna let her in She come a knock-knock, let me in She come a knock-knock, let me in She come a knock-knock, let me in I said no-o-o, She come a knock-knock, let me in She come a knock-knock, let me in She come a knock-knock, please Oh good God please let me in No no no no no... Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin Would I ever consider to begin to let you in