The Donefors - Lemons from Argentina lyrics

Play me a pretty ditty, baby I wore this dress for you Can we kick off our shoes? Stop dancing to drink some booze? Before you walk me home at two would you place me a song? You are a humble little rooster When you tickle my ivories Seems Thursdays were made for these Stolen glances and bucklin' knees I'm beggin' you baby, please Won't you play me a song? You bandage up my blistered toes My getaway sticks need no pantyhose Your apartment is in my nose ‘Cause that's the way what we got goes The rain is breathing down our necks According to the Farmer's Almanac But we got fifty-two to stack You're my funny, crazy eight Some day we'll bail on the city Settle down some place clean Where the sky s blue and clean We'll make our own hipster scene You'll be king, baby, I'll be queen When you play me a song We can play at playing house I'll pretend to be the perfect spouse It's not like we got dreams to dowse This is all just make-believe We don't have to speak about how we feel We just hit play and watch the reel Who needs true love when there's cards to deal? My sweet little, crazy eight Next you make me miss a turn Pick up two, I start to squirm You're lucky that you're handsome You put on your best gangster face Drop a hint and drop an ace Put on your cement shoes, baby Doll face wants to kiss you