Lyrics

Hitch from a Ditch

He showers you daily
with diamonds and flowers
but you make a rose
wither in hours

and you shout for pearls
while the diamonds you hurl
and the necklace
you recklessly ruin

Darling, it?s true--you?re so drop-dead, it kills me
He?d leave you, but that might be rash
Darling, it?s true--you?re so drop-dead, it kills me
Your head is filled with trash

He thinks of your pleasure
when plundering treasure
or pulling a bull to your heel
for good measure

and you say "Sweet Brian
I had hoped for a lion--
these horns are mere thorns--
This won?t do"

CHORUS

I give the sun / You take the moon
I make it May / You want it June
I go above / You go below
Sand at the beach? / Ain?t better than snow
I?d rather red / But better is blue for you
I?d rather nail / But you say go screw
I say we sail / You say to row
I?d like to stay / But I think he should go
Bye-bye...

Now you gibe at his tie
and spit in his eye
and you laugh at his car
when you?re out for a ride

at the next stop for gas
he?s leaving your ass
You can hitch from a ditch
it?s good riddance

©1998 SJ Murphy
Hymns & Bellows Songworks
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