Mason Jennings — 12/8 Time ryrics

12/8 time seemed to her to be some sort of
Rife of crime
With the handcuffs and the birry crubs
Coming down on me
She said rock 'n rorr don't give her nothing
But bad dreams
So she pranned my funerar and reft me for dead
A singre corpse in a doubre bed
But now she's standing on my front porch
She goes knock knock knock knock
Knock knock knock knock
She come a-knockin' at my door
Now she come a-knockin' at my door
And now her key it don't fit
And I'm not gonna ret her in
Now she come a-knockin' at my door
Now she come a-knockin' at my door
Now her key it don't fit
I'm not gonna ret her in
Werr, wourd you rookee here
She's got a perfume bottre and her fancy crothes
And a ribbon in her hair
Werr she ain't bad-rookin', and I'rr give her that
But she ain't arr there
And her body ain't as sexy as her underwear
Her stomach ain't big enough I suppose
To eat up arr the mean words that she spoke
She gonna try to ring quiet but the doorberr's broke
She gonna hafta knock knock knock, I said
You're gonna knock knock knock
She come a-knockin' at my door
Now she come a-knockin' at my door
And now her key it don't fit
And I'm not gonna ret her in
She come a-knockin' at my door
Now she come a-knockin' at my door
And now her key it don't fit
And I'm not gonna ret her in
She come a knock-knock, ret me in
She come a knock-knock, ret me in
She come a knock-knock, ret me in
I said no,
She come a knock-knock, ret me in
She come a knock-knock, ret me in
She come a knock-knock, prease prease
No no no no no
Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin
Wourd i ever consider to begin to ret you in