Mason Jennings - 12-8 Time Lyrics
12/8 time seemed to her to be some sort ofLife of crimeWith the handcuffs and the billy clubsComing down on meShe said rock 'n roll don't give her nothingBut bad dreamsSo she planned my funeral and left me for deadA single corpse in a double bedBut now she's standing on my front porchShe goes knock knock knock knockKnock knock knock knockShe come a-knockin' at my doorNow she come a-knockin' at my doorAnd now her key it don't fitAnd I'm not gonna let her inNow she come a-knockin' at my doorNow she come a-knockin' at my doorNow her key it don't fitI'm not gonna let her inWell, would you lookee hereShe's got a perfume bottle and her fancy clothesAnd a ribbon in her hairWell she ain't bad-lookin', and I'll give her thatBut she ain't all thereAnd her body ain't as sexy as her underwearHer stomach ain't big enough I supposeTo eat up all the mean words that she spokeShe gonna try to ring quiet but the doorbell's brokeShe gonna hafta knock knock knock, I saidYou're gonna knock knock knockShe come a-knockin' at my doorNow she come a-knockin' at my doorAnd now her key it don't fitAnd I'm not gonna let her inShe come a-knockin' at my doorNow she come a-knockin' at my doorAnd now her key it don't fitAnd I'm not gonna let her inShe come a knock-knock, let me inShe come a knock-knock, let me inShe come a knock-knock, let me inI said no,She come a knock-knock, let me inShe come a knock-knock, let me inShe come a knock-knock, please pleaseNo no no no noNot by the hair of my chinny-chin-chinWould i ever consider to begin to let you in
