Day Old Blues
Toss me a breath, when you hold me down,Hot like a razor on my faceSomething's growing that don't help me now,Paging the doctor just in case
Low and behold, things are killing me,Silly expectation of a dreamGirls are gonna love the way I toss my hair,Boys are gonna hate the way I seem
Day old, day old, day old,Day old, day old, day old blues
Peach Christmas lights spitting German ling,Feels like a fast or homeless sleepAt least there's a record that I love to play,Dreaming about a place I'll never see
Betty, Betty, Annie is praying,Baby with a man like lung
Smell her crying fighting back a feverMad as hell give up