Lloyd Cole
Lloyd Cole
Lloyd Cole
Lloyd Cole
Lloyd Cole
Lloyd Cole
Lloyd Cole
Lloyd Cole
Lloyd Cole
Lloyd Cole
Lloyd Cole
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Lloyd Cole
Blame Mary Jane
I'm drinking cheap bar rain
She's getting prettier by the shot
She says I should care more
For the rich and the poor
But I can't find the energy
Blame Mary Jane
I'm going to close my eyes to the morning papers
Shut my ears to the news
I'm going to lose my soul in the lonesome afternoons
Speak plain, Mary Jane
Could you give your hand
To a man who never gave a damn?
I swear I'd rather sleep than think
And nothing more than drink
And all I want is to blame Mary Jane
I'm going to close my eyes to the morning papers
Shut my ears to the news
I'm going to lose my soul in the long lonesome afternoons
And maybe I won't be your whipping boy
I won't be your whipping boy
Shame, baby shame
Oh shame, sweet Mary Jane
I truly do love you
She said
I should care more for that body of yours
If you carry the weight of the world
I'm going to close my eyes to the morning papers
Shut my ears to the news
I'm going to lose my soul in the long lonesome afternoons
And maybe I will be your whipping boy
Maybe I will