Jesse Malin - Arrested Lyrics lyrics

rate me

Calls him daddy calls him man

Another girl they call Britney

Johnny sits and mans the phones

From the corner he’ll come get you

She wakes in the cold grey dawn

Football games make me yawn

Cellophone and stomach aches

Pillow talk and perfume breaks

A married man with an estate

A hairdresser that swears he’s straight

Her alimony’s once a month

She beats the kid he plays the drums

And oh oh oh life goes by

With your Mardi gras high

And your tenderloin low

Second hand blues and money to blow

When you get tired and arrested

There’s something you should know

At least he’s going home

The undercover makes the bust

But not before he gets a touch

While good ones copy great ones steal

The rest of us we almost feel

And oh oh life goes by

With your Mardi gras high

And your tenderloin low

Second hand blues and money to blow

When you get tired and arrested

There’s somewhere you can go

Between the blue and gold

He’s gonna get a pension

Eleven years go to

The world’s oldest profession

Ain’t never gonna fold

With fortunes being told

With your Mardi gras high

And your tenderloin low

Second hand blues and money to blow

When you get tired and arrested

There’s something you should know

You’re always in my soul