Check for change in a payphone.
Hang around for another miracle
that you know will never come.
Size you up in a conversation.
Take your change and buy a beer.
I cant wait for another chance to run
The one I know will never come.
Turn your cheek and see me through the other eye.
There will never be another guy like me.
Turn your trick and pick my mind for flies.
Oh, my God! I’m such a creepy guy today.
Sing your songs out ofmy window.
watch the street for your shadow.
Should I pay for another empty day,
that I know will never come.
Turn your cheek and see me through the other eye.
There will never be another guy like me.
Turn your trick and pick my mind for flies.
Oh, my God! I’m such a creepy guy today.
© Robert Emmett McWhorter
published by Hermetic
Medical Records (ASCAP)
August ’93
