Opus #28: The Mini-Skirted Princess Purrs While Beating on My Funeral Drum - Steve Lieberman the Gangsta Rabbi

I never really thought you'd be so cruel Leaving me alone here like a fool I always thought I loved enough for two So i kept running back to you There always something better out there Theres always some moment That you won't share But I am the one whos left behind When all the lights have died outside I'll be waiting I'll be waiting I'll be waiting I'll be waiting I'll be waiting Chasing dreams i'm chasing you When deep inside I know the truth Still i'm running running running after you Still i'm running running running after you Still i'm running running running after you Still i'm running running running after you Still i'm running running running after you Still i'm running running running after you Still i'm running running running after you Still i'm running running running after you

Three little puppies resting in the sun Little Midnite just 6, Buttons-21 Mori, the only puppy still with me In dog years about 60 or 73. Three little puppies as I open the fridge Midnite and Buttons on the rainbow bridge Mori begs for a tasty treat She gives me a paw, she knows how to speak LITTLE PUPPY PLAY IN THE AUTUMN LEAVES FOR OUR TIME ON EARTH IS WAY TOO BRIEF FROM THE RAINBOW BRIDGE, CAN'T YOU HEAR ME WEEP SINCE YOU WENT AWAY, I'M OVERcOME WITH GRIEF Three little puppies laying in the shade Got one little puppy and two puppy graves Midnite and Buttons have a memorial den It says "2004 to 2010" Buttons lived to see a good old age Midnite's life was just a turn of a page Mori now, she's turning gray She needs a nap right after she plays

I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style, And so I came to see him And listen for a while. And there he was this young boy, A stranger to my eyes, Strumming my pain with his fingers, Singing my life with his words, Killing me softly with his song, Killing me softly with his song, Telling my whole life with his words, Killing me softly with his song. I felt all flushed with fever, Embarrassed by the crowd, I felt he'd found my letters And read each one out loud. I prayed that he would finish, But he just kept right on, Strumming my pain with his fingers, Singing my life with his words, Killing me softly with his song, Killing me softly with his song, Telling my whole life with his words, Killing me softly with his song. He sang as if he knew me In all my dark despair And then he looked right through me, As if I wasn't there. But he was there, this stranger, Singing clear and strong, Strumming my pain with his fingers, Singing my life with his words, Killing me softly with his song, Killing me softly with his song, Telling my whole life with his words, Killing me softly with his song. Einde