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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bosco Rogers
Bosco Rogers
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Barthélémy Corbelet
Barthélémy Corbelet
Composer
Delphinius Vargas
Delphinius Vargas
Composer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Playin' Holy Fingers on a Saturday night
I take a train to help me swallow the pride
Jackrabbit that could shuffle a gun
I'm like a bag, I take the sweet of the crumbs
Nowhere to run from the ruckus and the bums and the cavalry
[Verse 2]
I shook her heels from the edge of the floor
I catch your act like I'm breakin' the law
Black rabbit, kick your hole in the sky
I take a shot to help me swallow my pride
Never on the run, karma Cassie meager bums, I called the cavalry
[Verse 3]
Oh, baby, how'd you get so cool?
It might sound cynical but I'd go anywhere with you
And you're dreamin' like a fool
'Cause what's left for me is one love to you
[Verse 4]
I caught a cab, now I'm countin' the times
You called me stupid now I'm stealin' the ride
I found myself even more than alone
Don't even know where I wanted to go
[Verse 5]
Now I'm on the run in a town from where you won't come out again
Give you like the poems when there's no way home
[Verse 6]
Oh, baby, how'd you get so cool?
It might sound cynical but I'd go anywhere with you
And I'm feelin' like a fool
'Cause what's left for me is one love to you
Oh, baby, how'd you get so cool?
It might sound pitiful but I'd go anywhere with you
And you treat me like a fool
It's one rule for me, it's one rule for you
[Verse 7]
Oh, baby, how'd you get so cool?
It might sound cynical but I'd go anywhere with you
And I'm feelin' like a fool
'Cause what's left for me is one love to you
Written by: Barthélémy Corbelet, Delphinius Vargas
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