Evangelista Smooth Jazz
Something's always ringin, something's always off the
tree.
Someone's always singing I gotta be me - ow.
And they cranked it all day they dropped it at my feet.
And I ate it up like ice cream, I ate it up and walked
away.
Something's in my eye, something's stuck in there like
cold air.
Someone's always crying, someone's wasted in their
underwear.
I'm inclined to keep my mind.
Something's always tasting, someone's always fencing in.
Tape their hands in pear shapes waiting to begin.
So they polished it all day they dropped it at my feet.
And I ate it up like ice cream, I ate it up and walked
away.
