Close, No Cigar - Little Jack Melody and His Young Turks

Oh I've come to find There's nothing sweeter than this life of mine Than your tender touch Reason to leave me here in your clutch Oh I've come to find I can't see nothing past your lies In this cold-hearted days Do you feel the pain that drags me away My Concubine You're out of line Oh I've been off for days Can't seem to make my great escape And I'm lost for words I cannot find myself inside your love lies And at times you know it burns Another lie Another dream Another loveless memory I plan to see for what are none When the sun shines down Theres nothing more The nothingness for me Cause she was thinking 'bout the sea She needs a little more of lovin She needs a little less of me Won't you please Rest me in peace Cold hearted pleas Brings me closer to my knees My Concubine You're out of line Now lost on me Is the effect you seem to impart on every man Who crosses the street to see you Just walk on by Wouldnt loose your head Cause even if you tried She would leave you 'bout your lie My Concubine

Well, I'm a sucker for fine Cuban cigars The problem is I can't afford 'em But last year I went and got myself a whole box And just to be safe I insured 'em I took out a policy against fire and theft And then I hurried home With a 50 cent lighter, I sat on my back steps And I smoked 'em one by one Two weeks later, I went to see that insurance man And I handed in my claim With a straight face I told him that through a series of small fires They'd all gone up in flames They reviewed my case and they had no choice But to pay me for what I'd done I took that check and bought a whole new box And I smoked 'em one by one Two weeks later, this detective shows up Tells me that company's pressin' charges One speedy trial later, they locked me up On twenty-four separate counts of arson And now I sit, and I stare at a blank brick wall Lookin' back on what I've done To pass the time, I've got some ten-cent cigars And I smoke 'em one by one Yeah, I smoke 'em one by one