MUSIC & LYRICS BY: J. KETCHMARK

Tan smoking jacket
Horn rimmed glasses
Pants waiting for a flood
Sunburst jazz master

Pulled, bent, bruised and battered
Still sweating out blood

Is it your eyes, your tie,
or that perfect crooked smile?

Why is there always something better?
To make me wonder what she sees in me
She puts me on like a broken record
Knowing every time my heart skips a beat
It’s pulling at my strings
Waiting in the wings

Is there always something better?
Waiting in the wings

Running me ragged
So attractive
Can’t help but bite my tongue
She so obsessed
It’s left me a mess, that
You’re still her number one

It’s in your rhymes, your lines,
that make you the perfect alibi

Why is there always something better?
To make me wonder what she sees in me
She puts me on like a broken record
Knowing every time my heart skips a beat
It’s pulling at my strings
Waiting in the wings

Is there always something better?
Waiting in the wings

I know your aim is true
But you fill her head
Full of all these rules
What am I to do?
When she only wants To wear your red shoes

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