Delicate or Decadent?

Delicate or Decadent?

©2018 Bill Jenkins / 5050songs Inc (ASCAP)
Release Date: Aug 29, 2018
Produced by Demo My Song®
Lead Vocal: Scott

Lyrics

Turnstile spinning at 5:06
Commuter train crowd‘s my only fix
I glide up that walk with heels to toes,
Then my central nervous system yields a big
“suppose”

First things first, you in the Kate Rambeau glasses,
Count on me to keep making those passes,
You look first-rate with that business suit on,
Like a super-hero before shot from Comicon

And by the way…

Are you?
Are you?
Are you delicate or decadent?
Diablo woman or heaven sent?
I need to know should I repent
My drawn-out trail of crude misdeeds for you?
Ran into a man on 8th and vine
Whose dreams died out in 009
Are you the one to snuff out the lamp on mine?

Suppose I keep walking towards where I came from,
A land with no layoffs and no man‘s a bum.

I continue my stroll. I lose my way.
Back in synch, maiden exits cafe.

A quick jaywalk trot and I‘m right in her face.
Her look was the bomb. It took me right to the place.

Pouting her pout and looking down at my shoes,
Reflecting like solar panels on the Nightly News.

She looked up at my eyes and shook her head,
All I could say was “Damn, Bela‘s still Dead”!

And pardon me…

Are you?
Are you?
Are you delicate or decadent?
Diablo woman or heaven sent?
I need to know should I repent
My drawn-out trail of crude misdeeds for you?
Ran into a man on 8th and vine
Whose dreams died out in 009
Are you the one to snuff out the lamp on mine?

We sat on a bench with a true man of the world
Overjoyed to be breathin‘ and feedin‘ the squirrels

As for the girl, there‘s unity with me,
Knows I was her kind and I long to be free

In years gone by, if you booked time travel,
Those glossy black lips with her heart would unravel

Our chum on the bench gets a suit, tie and Omega
I want her to know, I‘m no longer a faker

And please tell me…
Are you?
Are you?
Are you delicate or decadent?
Diablo woman or heaven sent?
I need to know should I repent
My drawn-out trail of crude misdeeds for you?
Ran into a man on 8th and vine
Whose dreams died out in 009
It‘s an honor it was you who snuffed out the lamp on mine.

A real honor it was you who snuffed out the lamp on mine.

Genre: Country Pop
Mood: romantic, subtle
Instruments: guitars, drum, bass, backing vocals

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