Letra de Ten cent blues

Ten Cent Blues
Dear orthodox,
I can´t control my feelings,
And who hit me?
I just might be
Coming round the bush
And my stilts, they began cracking
Subsequently pushed

And I looked to see that it was she
Just some abandoned little crook like me
Adieu, adieu, and fare thee well
This was the ending, please

Oh, whoa...
I was attached on bended knee
But I declined my leave

But who could blame
A fraction of her being?
She is cheesy, she is scrawny
With her uncanny styling
I´m teasing, she is pleasing
She just has no wit

And I´m sorry I don´t have her face
And I´m probably gonna lose this race
There is no doubt she´s such a mouse
With such an abstract grace

Oh, whoa...
There is no cure, I am sure
For these ten cent blues

And then she chose to dissect me
And I was casted into poverty
But I did not agree with her
She said, "Now, you´ve got nerve,"
But I don´t care if I´m granted
For all these things
If I were one among this crowd
Would you call that defeat?

In a way it´s making me crazy
In a sense that it´s making me stronger
A likely chance, and it´s probably proven
In the end we´ll all walk away

Shaking hands on the doormat
I salute you, sir
A stranger and a happy fit
I´m glad I´m part of it
And that I saw it all