Sunday, September 16, 2007

Tom Waits' "Fumblin' with the Blues" rewritten to be sung by a heterosexual woman.

Friday left me fumblin' with the blues.
And it's hard to win when you always lose
because the nightspots spend your spirit,
beat your head against the wall:
Two dead ends and you've still got to choose.

You know the bartenders,
they all know your name
and they catch you when you're pulling up lame.
You're a pool-shooting-shimmy-shyster shaking your head
when you should be living clean instead.

You know the ladies you've been seeing off and on,
well they spend your love and then they're gone.
You can't be lovin' someone who is savage and cruel;
take your love and then they leave on out of town.
No they do!

Well now fallin' in love is such a breeze
but it's standin' up that's so hard for me!
I want you to squeeze me but I'm scared to death you'd break my back.
And I know her perfume,
well it won't let you be.

You know the bartenders all know your name
and they catch you when you're pulling up lame.
You're a pool-shooting-shimmy-shyster shaking your head
when you should be living clean instead.

Come on baby!
Let your love light shine,
gotta bury me inside of your fire.
Because your eyes are 'nough to blind me,
you're like a-looking at the sun.
You gotta whisper tell me I'm the one.
Come on and whisper tell me I'm the one.
Gotta whisper tell me I'm the one.
Come on and whisper tell me I'm the one.

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