A kept man assesses his condition and dreams of a spine
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Veneer My Dear
At first she said her name was Sasha
But then it changed into Louise
Ok that should raised some doubts I know
But ooh she makes me weak around the knees.
Now you ain’t talkin to some cupcake
I used to have a little sand
But when she calls me her cabana boy
I seem to find martinis in my hands
And if I ever find my backbone
I’ll grab my cell phone
Here’s what I’ll say
Chorus
You are veneer my dear
Under the glossy exterior
There lies a darker interior
And when the plywood starts to show
I’ll find the strength to just let go
You are veneer my dear
You aint that solid all through and through
Under the surface I’m seeing you
And all the voodoo you do best
The little games that I detest
I’ll find the chutzspah I possess
I’ll bang the gong and beat my chest
Bridge
But I still say, there was a day
When the boys and I, we would have our way
And we’d dominate the field of play
Back in the day. There was a day
They were dazzled by our repartee
Ok, I got a flare for drama
I tend to overstate my case
But when you think your mind is not your own
The stutter starts. The heart begins to race.
She’s got this strangle hold upon me
That simple words cannot describe
But all the mystery escapes my friends
I’ve just been left behind by my own tribe
I’ll put my foot down get a tattoo
I’ll break my curfew
I’m warning you
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