Bedbug Coasters - Margaux Cordova

I was walkin' down the street mindin' my own affair When two policemen grabbed me, unaware He say, "Is your name Henry?" I says, "Why sure" He says, "You the boy I've been lookin' for" I was framed, framed, I was blamed, framed Well, I never knew nothin' but I always get framed, oh, framed They took him in the line up and let those bright lights shine There was ten poor souls like me in that line I knew I was a victim of someone's evil plan When a stool pidgeon walked in and says, "That's your man" I was framed, framed, I was blamed Oh, framed, framed, framed Well, I never knew nothin' but I always get framed Well, the prosecutor turned and started a-prosecutin' me Man, that cat didn't give me the one but the third degree He says, "Where were you on the night of July 1953?" Man I was just home, just a tweedle-a-dee I was framed, oh framed, I was blamed Oh, framed, framed, framed Well I never knew nothin' but I always get framed Oh framed, oh framed

It was a quarter to four AM Alone in my kitchenette That's where I met Bernadette And I still can see her now First she kicked on the wash machine Streaked 'cross my TV screen Rustled the magazines And blew my candle out But how many days passed since then? Since I saw her silhouette Now I want her back again Oh, my Bernadette It was the strangest of summer dreams Those nights she spent haunting me She touched me 'cross centuries And I never felt alone But one morning I knew she'd gone Left the lights and Victrola on And I woke to the saddest song A tune from long ago Now it feels like I lost a friend And I find myself wondering Will she haunt my home again? Oh, my Bernadette And each night when I go to bed I leave one candle flickering She finds her way back again Oh, my Bernadette