Dress to the blues, here I stand at the pulpit alone
I thought I would be your man
It was a cheap bouquet
Made out of loyalty
I bled my pockets dry
And pushed the apple through my eye
I made the heaven's bow
With the sweat from my brow
So I ask how you could not
(Love me now)
Trust me when I say
That she's got bad plans
For anyone who wants to be her man
And I'm just like her type
So I'll say, what I want to
Hear me say
Since you don't listen when I talk anyway
Oh no, you don't make me an excuse
So stuff the hors d'oeurve inside of your purse
It was like magic, the way you turned that taxi into a hearse
You ruined my party
Trust me when I say
That she's got bad plans
For anyone who wants to be her man
And I'm just like her type
I thought I would be your man
It was a cheap bouquet
Made out of loyalty
I bled my pockets dry
And pushed the apple through my eye
I made the heaven's bow
With the sweat from my brow
So I ask how you could not
(Love me now)
Trust me when I say
That she's got bad plans
For anyone who wants to be her man
And I'm just like her type
So I'll say, what I want to
Hear me say
Since you don't listen when I talk anyway
Oh no, you don't make me an excuse
So stuff the hors d'oeurve inside of your purse
It was like magic, the way you turned that taxi into a hearse
You ruined my party
Trust me when I say
That she's got bad plans
For anyone who wants to be her man
And I'm just like her type
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