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letra de the poet (can't jam) - born ruffians

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i like a warm embrace
i like a pretty face
the smell of lemon, thyme, ginger, rosemary
ah, my favorite things
i line ‘em up
i put ‘em all down upon a shelf
i watch them all collect dust
i lose my touch again
don’t quote me, i’m just a bad poet

i can’t fly
i can’t walk
i can’t swim
i can’t talk
i can’t sing
i can’t dance
i can’t rap
i can’t jam

but ooh, look at my tasteful use of metaphors
i think up things you never ever heard before
i can see an idea that’s been around a corner hiding
useful to attentive listeners
borderline exciting

the best day of your life
it has come and gone
the bags under your eyes, too big for carry-on
i’m a tired boy, an empty void
a favorite song to sing along
i get along with everyone
i have a good time whenever i go out
but don’t quote me, i’m just a bad poet

i can’t fight
i can’t pray
i can’t riot
i can’t obey
i can’t see
i can’t preach
i can’t wake up
i can’t sleep

but ooh, look at my tasteful use of metaphors
i think up things you never ever heard before
i can see an idea that’s been around a corner hiding
useful to attentive listeners
borderline exciting
ooh, it wears off after a day or two
or gets absorbed into collective conscience
added to a big pile
or more like a hole that’s mined
from time to time to verify one has a soul
but uh

i can’t act
i can’t paint
i can’t teach
i can’t bank
i can’t laugh
i can’t dream
i can’t find the god d-mn things

- born ruffians

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