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[khashka]

One man, he disappoint me
He give me the gouge and he take my glee
Now every other man I see
Remind me of the one man who disappoint me

But wait till I get him back
He won't have a back to scratch
Yeah, keep turning that chin
And you will see my
Face as I figure how to kill what I cannot catch

So I say, and on I go
To another one to disappoint me so

Next one up, a contemptible snob
He live to put things in their place
He did a commendable job
He put himself so low
He can hardly even look me in the face

O, he made my blood just burn
I flipped so far, I thought that I would not return

But the last one I had who was getting my hopes up
I might've been a little fast to dismiss
I think he let me down, when he didn't disappoint me
He didn't always guess right, but he usually got my gist

So wait till I get him back
I'm gonna bring him home and I'll watch him unpack
Yeah keep turning that chin
And you will see my face is fixed on the one
I'm gonna get back

I'm gonna get him back
I am
I'm gonna get him back
I really am

-Fiona Apple


Khash.

[grannylib]

1. Here's one of my favorites:

Have you ever watched a moonbeam
As it slid across your windowpane
Or struggled with a bit of rain
Or dance about the weathervane
Or settle on a moving train
And wonder where the train has been

Or on a fence with bits of crap
Around its bottom
Blown there by a windbeam
Who searches for a moonbeam
Who was last seen
Looking at the tracks
Of the careless windbeam
Or moving to the tracks
Of the tireless freight train
And lighting up the sides
Of the weathervane
And the bits of rain
And the windowpane
And the eyes of those
Who think they saw what happened

Have you ever watched a moonbeam
As it slid across your windowpane
Or struggled with a bit of rain
Or dance about the weathervane
Or settle on a moving train
And wonder where the train has been

Ah-ah-aah-ah
Ah-ah-aah-ah
Ah-ah-aah-ah
Looking at the tracks
Of the careless windbeam
And moving to the tracks
Of the tireless freight train
And lighting up the sides
Of the weathervane
And the bits of rain
And the windowpane
And the eyes of those
Who think they saw what happened

The Moonbeam Song
Harry Nilsson
1971