The Perks of Living with a Woman - Kenny DeForest

For my love sickness There's no physician What could he tell me to use? No liquid or pill, I'm sure Ever did or will cure A woman alone with the blues Burning memories of The man that I love Crowd all my mental revues For all of the pain I feel His two loving arms could heal A woman alone with the blues To a blue melody Warm and human I could pour my soul out in song And the words would be About a good woman Who believed in her man, right or wrong He'll come back someday Begging forgiveness Blushing way down to his shoes No man in this world can find, happiness or peace of mind And break any heart he may choose And leave his woman alone with the blues

Sometimes it leaves me with fear Never saw the horizon this near Look to the left then to the right I tuck you in and kiss you goodnight See there is something I know We are not whom we're told We are more than we'll never know And we're living at the end of the world Forget about all that you've heard Living our dreams on the highway It's just another day No matter what they say or you've heard We're living on top of the world We're living our dreams on the highway No matter what they say It's just another day I hear your heart beat in the night You are like an echo of light But in times when shallow runs deep Your golden beauty goes cheap Still there is something I know Something yet to unfold And we are more than we'll never know And we're living at the end of the world Forget about all that you've heard Living our dreams on the highway It's just another day No matter what they say or you've heard We've made it to the top of the world Building up speed on the highway We've made it to the end Living at the end of the world Forget about all that you've heard No matter what they say or you've heard We've made it to the top of the world Building up speed on the highway We've made it to the end of the world

When she was just a girl She became a woman of the world Soon there wasn't room enough for her In between the bosoms of her family She popped the cork, got on the Greyhound to New York Small-talked her way round just the sort Of playboys' playground she'd once dreamed about Maybe I love her, but I'm jealous of her She's a woman of the world She's a fake!—sure, but she's a real fake On the make!—making up for lost time Just you wait!—hey, give the girl a break And a fifty dollar bill will see to that Heh, that ain't enough to feed the cat Serve up the rats and super rats Well they just get fatter while she fades away Maybe I love her, but I'm jealous of her She's a woman of the world Maybe I hate her, 'cause I didn't create her It's human nature, girl Maybe I'll suffer, just to be her lover Just to be part of her world Maybe I need her, because I want to be her baby, can I be your girl? Maybe I'll kill her, just trying to thrill her if she don't kill me first We're making eye-contact Oh those hypnotic eyes attract Such philanthropic flies—that's that. You cannot stop it, so why the devil do you try?