Lyrics to Classifieds
My life reads like the classifieds
Pages of what's for sale, what's on the auction block
Attention bidders, it's lot 45
he's got a decent voice, he's got that crooked smile
Hold on, you haven't heard the best yet:
He writes good storylines, he's got those honest eyes
So take him up for just $9.95
he'll sing the songs you like
he'll keep you warm at night
Back down, cash out
that's the city for ya
Break down and back out and get what's comin' to ya
When you said you were fallin' apart
I thought you meant that you were fallin' apart
I'm not the type to forget about nights like this
when every single move that I make
is documented and scored for style points
The once ambitious one now holds a smoking gun
And if I die in my sleep are you still willing
to be everything you promised you would be?
Back down, cash out
that's the city for ya
Break down and back out and get what's comin' to ya
When you said you were fallin' apart
I thought you meant that you were fallin' apart
Will you be the first one to tell
the neighborhood paper then all my family and friends that still care?
Did you buy what I sold
and did you feel what I told you?
I hope that you still do
Will you promise yourself that this isn't all we've got?
Back down, cash out
that's the city for ya
Break down and back out and get what's comin' to ya
When you said you were fallin' apart
I thought you meant that you were fallin' apart
Pages of what's for sale, what's on the auction block
Attention bidders, it's lot 45
he's got a decent voice, he's got that crooked smile
Hold on, you haven't heard the best yet:
He writes good storylines, he's got those honest eyes
So take him up for just $9.95
he'll sing the songs you like
he'll keep you warm at night
Back down, cash out
that's the city for ya
Break down and back out and get what's comin' to ya
When you said you were fallin' apart
I thought you meant that you were fallin' apart
I'm not the type to forget about nights like this
when every single move that I make
is documented and scored for style points
The once ambitious one now holds a smoking gun
And if I die in my sleep are you still willing
to be everything you promised you would be?
Back down, cash out
that's the city for ya
Break down and back out and get what's comin' to ya
When you said you were fallin' apart
I thought you meant that you were fallin' apart
Will you be the first one to tell
the neighborhood paper then all my family and friends that still care?
Did you buy what I sold
and did you feel what I told you?
I hope that you still do
Will you promise yourself that this isn't all we've got?
Back down, cash out
that's the city for ya
Break down and back out and get what's comin' to ya
When you said you were fallin' apart
I thought you meant that you were fallin' apart
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