Lady & The Vamp

Song: Lady & The Vamp

Album: Toussaint Morrison Is Not My Homeboy

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released May 3, 2011

ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/lady-the-vamp

She says,

She comes from a home of no love

Grew up sparrin’ with no gloves

Scarred with backstabs and throat-cuts

Said her life is a film with too many close-ups

A tragedy and I’m singin’ so what

Ya gonna do about it, go big or go bust?

We came here alone, and we’re goin’ out the same

It’s what we do in-between that writes our names

Like a last flame standin’ against hard rain.

Why we become arsonists on dark days

Why you carry yourself like a curse,

And take the light from wherever it burns

Now, I’m not tryin’ to break the tension with a few soft words

But for a street Cinderella that fits the Converse

You’re here by no means of dumbluck

And I’m lookin’ at ya PunchDrunkLoveStruck

No pardon outta jargon, we say it’s goin’ down

And rarely entertain it’s on the come-up

It’s goin’ round, you know by now

Getting’ outta here takes more than a runnin’ jump.

She said, “Thanks, you’re quite the case,

But do you talk like this on all of your first dates?”

Not really, but now and then my dear

But what’s more important is that we’re

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We wan extra points for actin’ like we just don’ t care

Want respect in a game where no on rolls fair

Wanna do all the things that we won’t dare

We got nothin’ and we’re bluffin’ that we’re holdin’ a pair.

Well, right on, right oh, she said “I know,

I was born on a Tuesday and a tight rope.

Fallin’ off is a daily sight, folks

Balance without balance, it’s a bit frightful,

Rock bottom ain’t a nerve shocker

Where kids tip toe like extras in the Hurt Locker.

One way or another somebody’s blowin’ up

To death, fame ,or foldin’ bucks.”

I said, “Thanks, you’re quite the case,

But do ya talk like this on all’a your first dates”

She was like, “Not really, only sometimes dear,

But what’s more important is that we’re

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Over Szechuan and Tea at Shuang Cheng

Starin’ out the window at the freezin’ rain

Wonderin’ if I’m ever gonna leave this city

That I love too much for my own grace.

I take the clashes like they were meant to happen

And keep breathin’ outta arrogance and old habit.

Can’t gain ground and hang up your hat, kid,

We make progress like we never had it.

I’m not enough to be considered important

But I’ll defend the temple with a pencil like I was meant for it,

Strike the empire outta orbit

Word to Bukowski, we were born into this

Homie the numbers speak more than the engalish

Had to stop speakin’ it and start singin’ it

Make a landin’ no matter how steep the cliff.

This might get messy, your gonna have to clean a dish.

You got too much baggage to let go of

Glad to hear it, that goes for the both of us.

First date details, I don’t mind dear

We made it out alive this far, we made it

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