Julianne

I met this girl, she looked like Axl Rose
Got drunk and took her home and we slept in our clothes
And in the morning put my feet on the floor and I thought
Being awake never felt like this before

And Julianne y’know she wouldn’t approve
Talked only on the phone ’cause I had nothing to do
Got rid of Axl by the afternoon
Being awake never felt so clear and

Blue, that’s all I knew
Guess that I was innocent too
I sing a song, yeah, and it won’t be the blues

Cos I don’t miss Julianne

My friend she told me she felt sorry for me
She said the truth would come crashing down on me
That I’d be sorry but the truth of it is
That I feel guilty for not giving a shit

Yahoo, that’s all I knew
Guess that I was innocent too
I sing a song, yeh, and it won’t be the blues
I don’t miss Julianne

I got my bag of trash, I got my bag of trash
I drag it up and down, I drag it up and down the road

How could she miss a man
Who drags a bag of trash down the road

This week I feel like I been born again
I know that Julianne, she would have a fit
She’d find a reason for the things that I did
She gave me credit for the things that I’ve never been

Ohhh, that’s what I do, guess I’m inoccent too
I can try hard as I can, but I don’t miss Julianne
I can try hard as I can, but I don’t miss Julianne

Posted in Ben Folds Five and tagged , , , , .

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Human Verification: In order to verify that you are a human and not a spam bot, please enter the answer into the following box below based on the instructions contained in the graphic.