Songtext zu 'Arrested' von Jesse Malin

Calls him daddy calls him man
Another girl that they call Britney
Johnny sits and mans the phones
From the corner he'll come get you

She wakes in the cold grey dawn
Football games they make me yawn
Cellophane and stomachaches
Pillow talk and perfume breaks

A married man with an estate
A hairdresser that swears he's straight
Her alimony's once a month
She beats the kid he plays the drums
And oh oh oh life goes by

With your Mardi Gras high
And your tenderloin low
Second hand blues and money to blow
When you get tired and arrested
There's something you should know
At least he's going home

The undercover makes the bust
But not before he gets a touch
While good ones copy great ones steal
The rest of us we almost feel
And oh oh life goes by

With your Mardi Gras high
And your tenderloin low
Second hand blues and money to blow
When you get tired and arrested
There's somewhere you can go
Between the blue and gold
He's gonna get a pension
Eleven years to go

The world's oldest profession
Ain't never gonna fold
With fortunes being told

With your Mardi Gras high
And your tenderloin low
Second hand blues and money to blow
When you get tired and arrested
There's something you should know
You're always in my soul