Alexander, City Born - Shakey Graves

Alexander, city born

Same old clothes hes always worn

At his window every night staring off into the sky

Oh my what makes him tick

How interesting

Is he sick?

Is he weak in the knees?

Can he move yeah can he speak?

Ooh all I really gotta do

Is lock her up in my life

Lock her up in my life

He thinks

Ooh all I really gotta do

Is just lock her up in my life

Lock her up in my life

But shes got a Betty of her own

No use for him

Yeah shes got a Betty of her own

No use for him

Standard good as gold

Does exactly as hes told

Pull his strings and watch him dance

Make him think he has a chance

How interesting

Is he sick?

Is he weak in the knees?

Can he move yeah can he speak?

Yeah he thinks ooh all I really wanna do

Is just lock her up in my life

Lock her up in my life

He thinks

Ooh all I really gotta do

Is just lock her up in my life

Lock her up in my life

Always at the foot of her bed

Where he vacations from time to time

And lives from year to year