Some Other Wanna Be

Some Other Wanna Be

There's a chauffer in your garden
Cursing your family name
He say's his car been stolen
And he swears that you're to blame
He called the police who came to dig
up your pretty flowers in a row
I asked you why they're picking on you
You said you really don't know
But after they all leave
You hand me a steering wheel
Saying if I do this little favour for you
You'll teach me how to kill

But oh no pretty baby, the world of politics it ain't for me
I think you got me mixed up with some other wanna be

You keep a TV in your shower
Just in case you get depressed
You keep a priest under your bed
Just in case you feel the need to confess
You make your lover wear a mussel
He just sits there on your lap
When you ask me if I like him
I can feel the setting of a trap
You say there's wine in the kitchen
As you proceed to lock the door
You tell me not to be afraid
As you bolt some chains to the floor

But oh no pretty baby, the world of religion it ain't for me
I think you got me mixed up with some other wanna be

You keep leaning into my face
Like your trying to steal my breath
When I look into your eyes
I see a lonely shadow of death
You say you trust no one
Or is it that no one trusts you
But either way you don't care
And you say that's your only rule
The police used to watch you closely
Until your daddy paid them off
You just keep on creeping in on closer
And I wish that you would stop

But oh no baby, the world of Hollywood it ain't for me
I think you have me mixed up with some other wanna be

Words and Music by Lionel Lodge
All Rights Reserved
C P Lionel Lodge 2006