Fistful of Words

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UMBRELLA        Words and Music by Joe Beebe

 

What you say and what you do,

hurts my ears and leaves me black and blue,

and at night when I can't sleep,

and all my thoughts are getting way to deep,

 

Umbrella's poke me in the eye,

and they don't even keep you dry,

what will they think of next,

 

Clean like air and thick like blood,

it's just a name but it's been through the mud,

I don't know why you can't see right thru her words,

cuz she can't play in three,

 

Umbrella's poke me in the eye,

and they don't even keep you dry,

what will they think of next,

 

And I know you lied,

cuz I am the one outside,

and soaking wet I won't bet,

that I could have your sympathy,

until you put the umbrella over me,

 

What you say and what you do,

hurts my ears and leaves me black and blue,

and at night when I can't sleep,

and all my thoughts are getting way to deep,

 

Umbrella's poke me in the eye,

and they don't even keep you dry,

what will they think of next,

what will they think of next.