Lyrics

Trip Rogers
Copyright 2000


Got a pencil in my hand and a heart full of blue,
lickin' the eraser baby, thinkin' ?bout you.
We been circling the wagons and I'm thinkin' it's time
to move myself up to the front of your mind
Tell me.

Gonna wash them dishes gonna rattle them pans,
honey you ain't never seen such a willing man.
If you stoke my locomotive I can tow that freight,
you make what's left of my hair stand straight.

Darlin' you got something takes the wind out of me,
and leaves me with no defense.
Neither one of us can get a minute free,
and that just makes it more intense.
Tell me

Darlin' you got something takes the wind out of me,
and leaves me with no defense.
This course of action holds no guarantees,
but I ain't got a whole lotta sense.

I got a back full of muscle that can pay the rent,
got some boys in suits to tell me how it got spent.
Ain't a minute of my day that I don't have a plan,
so how'd I end up eatin' outa your hand
Tell me.