Rudy Songtext
von Gentleman Reg

This story is the one about Rudi
How she gets if she don′t listen to me
'Cause I try to be so nice
I pull up and give advice
But she′s heard it so

Sew up and sell yourself
Sew up and sell yourself
Sew up and sell yourself
Sew up and sell yourself

For every stare
At every stop
I'll catch the bees
But what then when I'm gone
Who′ll give relief
A little bite


You get so trapped in when you least expect it
No one was looking out, no one could predict it
It seems there′s a dying tide
When you're done waiting in line
There′s no in and out
Practicing restraint but can she stick with this?
Since July our friendship has been conflicted
Tissues in hand, bags out for eyes
What is it that makes her cry?
Eeny meeny so

Sew up and sell yourself
Sew up and sell yourself
Sew up and sell yourself
Sew up and sell yourself
Sew up and sell yourself
Sew up and sell yourself
Sew up and sell yourself

For every stare
At every stop
I'll catch the bees
But what then when I′m gone
Who'll give relief
A little bite


Sew up and sell yourself
Sew up and sell yourself
Sew up and sell yourself
Sew up and sell yourself
Sew up and sell yourself
Sew up and sell yourself
Sew up and sell yourself