Damaged Goods Songtext
von Barley Station
Damaged Goods Songtext
I had you figured out
Before the lights went out
Before the door was closed
Before you fell asleep
These girls like you
Just the same
Biological coffee stains
On a worn-out old flannel sheet
On a mattress that I′m sleeping on
I won't be misunderstood
That we are all damaged goods
Uh huh
You made me feel so alive
Just like I am number five
In a story or song unsung
In a long string of strangers
Yet to come
You tell me I mean so much
That′s why you're not paying dutch
But if that's the honest truth
Then why are these pictures
Still around?
I can′t be misunderstood
That we are all damaged goods
Uh huh
I don′t mean to sound unkind
I just have a haunted mind
My lady so debonair
And Captain Devil-may-care
Find out that I'm keeping score
And knowing my own runs
Don′t add up
I'd kill to be in his shoes
Not singing "where you been" blues
The knife that you twist and turn
Don′t worry
I dig the burn
I won't be misunderstood
That we are all damaged goods
Uh huh
The names on your marquee change
Your face, it just stays the same
You′re still young and beautiful
Excusable, innocent
And free
But who's this you're standing with?
This panicky last ditch pick
Surprise of the century
He kind of looks just like Me
I′ve done what I thought I should
But we′re all still damaged goods
Uh huh
Before the lights went out
Before the door was closed
Before you fell asleep
These girls like you
Just the same
Biological coffee stains
On a worn-out old flannel sheet
On a mattress that I′m sleeping on
I won't be misunderstood
That we are all damaged goods
Uh huh
You made me feel so alive
Just like I am number five
In a story or song unsung
In a long string of strangers
Yet to come
You tell me I mean so much
That′s why you're not paying dutch
But if that's the honest truth
Then why are these pictures
Still around?
I can′t be misunderstood
That we are all damaged goods
Uh huh
I don′t mean to sound unkind
I just have a haunted mind
My lady so debonair
And Captain Devil-may-care
Find out that I'm keeping score
And knowing my own runs
Don′t add up
I'd kill to be in his shoes
Not singing "where you been" blues
The knife that you twist and turn
Don′t worry
I dig the burn
I won't be misunderstood
That we are all damaged goods
Uh huh
The names on your marquee change
Your face, it just stays the same
You′re still young and beautiful
Excusable, innocent
And free
But who's this you're standing with?
This panicky last ditch pick
Surprise of the century
He kind of looks just like Me
I′ve done what I thought I should
But we′re all still damaged goods
Uh huh
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