One-string blues

Got me a pair of dreary eyes
Pale color blue upon pale color white
Sometimes they cry
Sometimes they dry
Pale color blue upon pale color white
Got me a pair of dreary eyes
And they tell no lies

I got me some lips but they taste no sweet
I got me some lips but they taste no sweet
They're as dry as the old concrete
Beaten up new york street
And they taste no sweet...

If only my baby would come back home to me
If only my baby would come back home to me
I would go to sleep with
Sugar on my tongue
I would go to sleep with
Sweetness in my lungs
I would go to sleep
Wrapped inside his skin
And i don't care what they say
But it ain't no sin...

So, me and poseidon we been hanging around the water hole and he says to me, he says
Regina, regina i got no authority no more
No one waits to hear the sound of my flip-flops by the door
And all my little fish have gone to war
So i says to him, i says
Poseidon dear, you're better off than me, i hear
Cause i been taking all the wrong busses everywhere
Wrong busses, they lead me to wrong stops
Wrong stops, they lead me to wrong people
Wrong people, they take me nowhere fast
So he says to me, he says
Going nowhere fast
Just cause he didn't want me speaking fast
And i didn't think that was real polite
And he whips out his cigarettes and asks me for a light
And i say no and he says, oh baby
And i say no and he says, oh baby
And i say no and he says, oh baby
And then he just doesn't speak
So we just sit there and stare
Finally he says, he says, oh hell
And i try not to wince at his fishy smell
Cause i didn't think that that was real polite
And he whips out his cigarettes and asks me for a light
And i say no and he says, oh baby
And i say no and he says, oh baby
And i say no and he says, oh baby
And then he just, he just doesn't speak

Got me a pair of dreary eyes
Pale color blue upon pale color white
Sometimes they cry
Sometimes they dry
Pale color blue like the dingy sky
Pale color blue, pale color blue
Pale color blue upon pale color white