Lyrics:
Well, Frank settled down in the Valley
And he hung his wild years on a nail that he drove through his wife's forehead
He sold used office furniture
poor
Where there was will
There were ways
I was sure
In the pawnshop coming home
I stopped inquiring for a loan
And sold the watch to buy
you think of the ocean as yours?
Do you think about it at all?
Downhill from the campus
Downhill from the loan
Downhill from the funeral home
There were ways
I was sure
In the pawnshop coming home
I stopped inquiring for a loan
And sold the watch to buy the comb
What a fool was he
Christmas
boy I bring home the Bacon
I said boys I bring home the Bacon now
I went to work and the office girls
Were all burning their poetry
It wasn't good
office with your girls
And desk and leather chair
Thought that time was on your side
But now it's time the avenger
Nobody's permanent
proof, one touch
But you felt enough
You can hear it in the silence, silence, you
You can feel it on the way home, way home, you
You can see it with
Loan after loan after loan in the summer time
Alone, darling
All alone, darling
Oh! Loan after loan after loan I eat empty dimes
Alone, darling
proof, one touch
But you felt enough
You can hear it in the silence, silence, you
You can feel it on the way home, way home, you
You can see it with
Hey little girl, with tears in your eyes
Don't waste your time now, askin' me why
I don't know, I know I'll just be movin' along
You'd say that home
I'm sitting at home and the phone doesn't even ring
I'm all alone again
Not a sound in the house save the radio
FM DJ filling up the emptiness
I'm sitting at home and the phone doesn't even ring
I'm all alone again
Not a sound in the house save the radio
FM DJ filling up the emptiness
mirror stare and
She's going where?
Another office affair? to kill an unborn scare?
Talk dirty to the priest?
Makes them human at least is she
Somebody loan me a dime,
I need to call my old time, used to be.
Somebody loan me a dime,
Mmm, I need to call my old time, used to be.
Oooo,
closed down
There's nowhere else around to try
Disturbingly a voice would cry
"Go home, no loan
You'll have you gin and whisky dry
You'll have your gin
Nobody's perfect
Not even a perfect stranger
But oh what a gal
She was such a perfect stranger
And you're the best in your field
In your office
money was all gone
So he went to the bank to mortgage his home but the bank wouldn't give Leon a loan
He could not decide how his family would survive
any more
For wives should always be lovers too
Run to his arms the moment he comes home to you
I'm warning you
Day after day, there are girls
There's a home place under fire tonight in the heartland
And the bankers are taking my home and my land from me
There's a big achin' hole in my
a baby all night long
Somebody better loan me that dime
I need my baby, I need my baby here at home (ooh yeah)
Somebody loan me a dime,
I need to call my old time, used to be.
Somebody loan me a dime,
Mmm, I need to call my old time, used to be.
Oooo,
any more
For wives should always be lovers too
Run to his arms the moment he comes home to you
I'm warning you
Day after day, there are girls
This is another Missy Elliot exclusive
I remember when your ass was broke
And so in love with me
You were always at home, always talkin' 'bout
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