Blunderbuss - Jack White
Hat and my dream' my head's up and on that broad avenue
We crossed the road and never spoke to another as we flew
We left your man alone and drag' nothin' there at us
A romantic bust' a blundered son' an explosive blunderbuss
An ancient grand old ' red and ivory
When your man would turn his head' I'd see you look at me
Pool of brown and see of red demons in your pocket
That sang romance and formed a dance inside your silver locket
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Corner exit' not tall enough to walk out standin' straight
Designed by men so ladies would have to lean back in their gate
You grabbed my arm and left with me mature in altitude
You took me to a public place to quietly blend into
Such a trick pretending not to be doin' what you want to do
But seems like everybody does this every waking moment
I laid you down and touched you like the two of us both needed
Safe to say that others might not approve of this and pleaded
So selfish then would be their cry and who'd be brave to argue
Doin' what you people need is never on the menu
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