I used to see these Scandinavian looking ladies All the way down half a crowded block And I used to chase those yellow headed ladies But it was never you on my block
I used to press my nose against the stone cold glass At Fireside's liquor store At the coin-op laundromat, on 15th and Montana At sweet Suzy Q's up around the corner
The way you call to the woods Is how the woods call back to you
I used to hear the front door slam I'd run right out into the street Doing that crazy dance Spinning left to right My head in my hands My momma left me alone tonight And she always said The way you call to the woods Is how the woods call back to you
How am I gonna get my work done With you looking at me? I bring home the bacon Fry it up in a pan I wear that sweet perfume To find myself a better man
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