Posted: 03/21/2012 in house of fools, house of love

had a friend named jimmy

for a long time,

he look after me when I got drunk

and shooda known better but never did.

jimmy was a sweet guy

but had no girlfriend;

he go down and buy a chippie for an hour or so

and he’d pay her to wear these certain boots

and do certain stuff he liked.


somethin inside him needed that, and he never hurt nobody.

not jimmy,

like i say, he was a sweet guy.

today i saw some chick

walkin across the drug store parking lot,

and she looked like you, baby;

so much like you, that my heart twisted over.

then i understood, yanno.

I wooda paid that chick to let me pick up her hand,

walk with her wherever she was goin,

and for her to let me call her by your name.

there’s some folks as wouldn’t understand a thing like that,

but now i do, jimmy.

now i do.

  1. hedgewitch says:

    Yeah, some of us understand. Yearning goes deeper than sense, but as you say–it ain’t hurting nobody.

  2. As always, Coal Black has perfect pitch!

  3. This is the song of two lonely people – who knows how much any of us would pay to avoid singing it ourselves?

  4. lolamouse says:

    Oh yeah. How many know what it’s like to walk a mile in someone else’s shoes? (or boots)

  5. Mama Zen says:

    This has got a serious yearn and burn.

  6. dani says:

    what they said…..

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