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 story lines

He's got those honest eyes

So take him home 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 you

Break down

Back out

And get what's coming to you

When you said you were falling apart

I thought you meant that you were falling 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 the 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 you

Break down

Back out

And get what's coming to you

When you said you were falling apart

I thought you meant that you were falling apart

Will you be the first one to tell the neighborhood papers

And all my family and friends that still care?

Did you buy what I sold

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 you

Break down

Back out

And get what's coming to you

When you said you were falling apart

I thought you meant that you were falling apart