Song Description
love-song
Song Length |
2:40 |
Genre |
Folk - Traditional |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
Mood |
Enchanting, Delighted |
Subject |
Falling in Love |
Similar Artists |
Janis Joplin, Willie Nelson |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
He's a beauty: black hair, eyes that shine,
And though he's restless I don't mind.
He was so anxious at my door,
Well, rumor was he'd been hurt before.
And he's humerous, he's got style.
Just seeing him makes me smile.
HE SUITS ME, yes, he does. HE SUITS ME.
He's demanding, got a touchy streak.
His voice is petulant when he speaks.
An attention-getter: when the telephone rings
He's holding forth so I can't hear a thing.
He's a gypsy, I can tell,
'Cuz he's got me in his spell.
HE SUITS ME, yes he does. HE SUITS ME.
A big blonde lives behind me.
One day I went over to see her
For some reason or other, and there he was:
Lounging in a velvet chair,
And looking up as if to say,
"What's she doing here?"
When he's missing I call the blonde
And she'll tell me if he's been around.
Oh yeah, O yeah.
Now he's thinner, black hair salted with gray,
Still bent on leaving when I say, "Stay!"
I'm warmed by his crazy ways,
He gets me through my darkest days,
So how'm I ever going to say,
"Goodby," to that old stray?
HE SUITS ME, yes he does. HE SUITS ME.
Or as he'd say, "Me-ow."
HE SUITS ME, yes he does. HE SUITS ME.