Yep, That’s Groovy Man / paypal.me/aircrashdetectives
The detective
Got offensive
Under the interrogation lights
She was radioactive
From the chemicals
That she takes [ to get high ] every night
Spins the chamber
Likes it’s carnival
And the lucky winner’s prize
Is a couple of steamy nights
With an Elvis look a like
Under the Las Vegas sky
After years of neglect
Her poise her elegance
Are in, need of, emergency repair
The usual suspects
Disco dance
With lazy curls and Joan Armatrading hair
Trying to figure out
If they can stay in a trance
And escape the consequences of sordid affairs
Hiding in crowds
Like a crazed soccer fan
Cheering them on like he really cares
Pre Chorus
I would run it by her
One more time
Again
And she would say
This is great
Much less to explain
Said she was trying
To get back
To where she needs to be
Before anyone
Notices how far gone
She really is
Chorus
I hold up my hands
And reach for the sky
In case she tries to shoot [ me down]
Truth be damned
Is she going to cry?
Before I can make my move
I feel like a criminal
It’s so hard to understand
I have made my case
To her eyes and to her face
Should all be admissible
And if it is if it is
Yep, That’s groovy man
M8
You never know
Until you try
You will never know
How much it hurts
Until you cry
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