Put You In My Pocket Lyrics

By dean friedman "well, well," said the rocking chair. "it's been a while since I've seen such stark despair." "who told you like was fair? " "woa, woa," said the radio, "sit, the...Read Full Lyrics

By dean friedman I fumble in my pockets for the keys to your fickle heart. I drop them on the ground and then surprise, surprise you pick 'em up. So I stand in the doorway wearing...Read Full Lyrics

Saturday fathers never win. They're punished each day of their lives for their horrible sin. They carry your picture. They show it to all their friends. Daddy I know this isn't ...Read Full Lyrics

By Dean Friedman She's a working mom. From the time the alarm clock rings Till the coffee's on, she can handle a million things Their daddy's gone, but she keeps keeping on Firs...Read Full Lyrics

The shopping bag ladies, they live in the terminal waiting room, Patiently whiling their hours away, Desperately keeping their demons at bay, Making up lies about times that wer...Read Full Lyrics

By Dean Friedman We squabble and fight, we turn out the light We toss and turn all through the night But come the dawn our arms are wrapped around each other tight I know I hurt...Read Full Lyrics

By dean friedman Potted plants hanging down from the ceiling, creeping up my windowsill. If the cats don't get 'em the winter wind will. But I am a fool and I water them everyda...Read Full Lyrics

By dean friedman In the hollow of your arms, snuggled up all safe and warn, You used to tell me tales of unicorns and kings. But how could I comprehend all the things you told me ...Read Full Lyrics

By Dean Friedman Special effects drive me right up the wall I can't reason at all with your special effects Special effects, oh, they turn me around I can't locate the ground...Read Full Lyrics

Four in the morning. (what'll you have?) well, I'm in the mood for a corned beef on rye. With a tomato and some coleslaw on the side. I'm really glad that you tripped on the curb...Read Full Lyrics