Regina Spektor: One-string blues

Got me a pair of dreary eyesPale color blue upon pale color whiteSometimes they crySometimes they dryPale color blue upon pale color whiteGot me a pair of dreary eyesAnd they tell no liesI got me some lips but they taste no sweetI got me some lips but they taste no sweetThey're as dry as the old concreteBeaten up new york streetAnd they taste no sweet...If only my baby would come back home to meIf only my baby would come back home to meI would go to sleep withSugar on my tongueI would go to sleep withSweetness in my lungsI would go to sleepWrapped inside his skinAnd i don't care what they sayBut it ain't no sin...So, me and poseidon we been hanging around the water hole and he says to me, he saysRegina, regina i got no authority no moreNo one waits to hear the sound of my flip-flops by the doorAnd all my little fish have gone to warSo i says to him, i saysPoseidon dear, you're better off than me, i hearCause i been taking all the wrong busses everywhereWrong busses, they lead me to wrong stopsWrong stops, they lead me to wrong peopleWrong people, they take me nowhere fastSo he says to me, he saysGoing nowhere fastJust cause he didn't want me speaking fastAnd i didn't think that was real politeAnd he whips out his cigarettes and asks me for a lightAnd i say no and he says, oh babyAnd i say no and he says, oh babyAnd i say no and he says, oh babyAnd then he just doesn't speakSo we just sit there and stareFinally he says, he says, oh hellAnd i try not to wince at his fishy smellCause i didn't think that that was real politeAnd he whips out his cigarettes and asks me for a lightAnd i say no and he says, oh babyAnd i say no and he says, oh babyAnd i say no and he says, oh babyAnd then he just, he just doesn't speakGot me a pair of dreary eyesPale color blue upon pale color whiteSometimes they crySometimes they dryPale color blue like the dingy skyPale color blue, pale color bluePale color blue upon pale color white