Something Borrowed, Something Blue Songtext
von Unimagined

Dressed to the blues, here I stand, at the pulpit alone
I thought I would be your man
It was a cheap bouquet, made out of loyalty
I bled my pocket dry, and pushed the apple through my eye
I made the heavens bow, with the sweat from my brow

So I ask: how could you not trust me when I say that she′s...
Got bad plans for anyone who wants to be her man
And I'm just like her type
So I′ll say, what you want to

Hear me say
Since you don't listen when I talk
Anyway
Oh no, you don't
Make me an excuse
So stuff the hors d′oeuvres, inside of your purse
It was like magic, the way you turned that taxi into a hearse
You ruined my party


Trust me when I say that′s she's...
Got bad plans for anyone who wants to be her man
And I′m just like her type

Into a box and fed it, to a sworm of worms
All to help me forget and let our love ferment
Beneath the earth and stars
But the light's in your hotel room, shine too bright
And you′ve already paid so,
Settle in, break the bed in while
I set my house on fire

And if you get the guts
To speak to me, just leave them in your guts
Cause I'd rather
Hear the sound
Of your answering machine now
She made coffee taste like honey in my mouth
Now all I taste is the sweet of your missing sounds

They say you ran off and died in Orlando but
I know you always preferred San Francisco, oh
You wanna be showered in bullets and gold
Baby I could do that for you


She′s got bad plans for anyone who wants to be her man
And I'm just like her type
She's got bad plans for anyone who wants to be her man
And I′m just like her type

(She′s got bad plans for anyone who wants to be her man
And i'm just like...)