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Dear orthodox,
I can't control my feelings,
And who hit me?
I just might be
Coming round the bush
And my stilts, they began cracking
Subsequently pushed
And I looked to see that it was she
Just some abandoned little crook like me
Adieu, adieu, and fare thee well
This was the ending, please
Oh, whoa,
I was attached on bended knee
But I declined my leave
But who could blame
A fraction of her being?
She is cheesy, she is scrawny
With her uncanny styling
I'm teasing, she is pleasing
She just has no wit
And I'm sorry I don't have her face
And I'm probably gonna lose this race
There is no doubt she's such a mouse
With such an abstract grace
Oh, whoa,
There is no cure, I am sure
For these ten cent blues
And then she chose to dissect me
And I was casted into poverty
But I did not agree with her
She said, "Now, you've got nerve,"
But I don't care if I'm granted
For all these things
If I were one among this crowd
Would you call that defeat?
In a way it's making me crazy
In a sense that it's making me stronger
A likely chance, and it's probably proven
In the end we'll all walk away
Shaking hands on the doormat
I salute you, sir
A stranger and a happy fit
I'm glad I'm part of it
And that I saw it all
I can't control my feelings,
And who hit me?
I just might be
Coming round the bush
And my stilts, they began cracking
Subsequently pushed
And I looked to see that it was she
Just some abandoned little crook like me
Adieu, adieu, and fare thee well
This was the ending, please
Oh, whoa,
I was attached on bended knee
But I declined my leave
But who could blame
A fraction of her being?
She is cheesy, she is scrawny
With her uncanny styling
I'm teasing, she is pleasing
She just has no wit
And I'm sorry I don't have her face
And I'm probably gonna lose this race
There is no doubt she's such a mouse
With such an abstract grace
Oh, whoa,
There is no cure, I am sure
For these ten cent blues
And then she chose to dissect me
And I was casted into poverty
But I did not agree with her
She said, "Now, you've got nerve,"
But I don't care if I'm granted
For all these things
If I were one among this crowd
Would you call that defeat?
In a way it's making me crazy
In a sense that it's making me stronger
A likely chance, and it's probably proven
In the end we'll all walk away
Shaking hands on the doormat
I salute you, sir
A stranger and a happy fit
I'm glad I'm part of it
And that I saw it all
Lyrics submitted by mockingsmile
Ten Cent Blues Lyrics as written by Sherri Dupree Chauntelle Dupree
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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It might just be a lovely arrangement of words, but I thought the song meaning was pretty clear for you.
Dear orthodox, I can't control my feelings, and who hit me? I just might be coming round the bush, and my stilts, they began cracking, subsequently pushed, [It felt like everything was going well (stilts) but then everything fell apart, and she doesn't know how to handle it]
and I looked to see that it was she, just some abandoned little crook like me. Adieu, adieu, and fare thee well. This was the ending plea. [Then she saw the cause of all this and saw who had caused it, and it hurt because it was a friend ("like me"), and she is now attempting her last at getting him back ("ending plea")]
Oh, whoa... I was attached on bended knee, yet I declined my lead. [She was connected to him by matrimony ("bended knee"), but she didn't want to try to be the only person that wanted to keep the relationship ("lead")]
But who could blame a fraction of her being? She is cheesy, she is scrawny, with her uncanny styling. I'm teasing. She is pleasing. She just has no wit, [She doesn't want to blame her, but she really can't help it. The girl who cause all the calamity is just chasing after the guy mindlessly.]
and I'm sorry I don't have her face, and I'm probably gonna lose this race. There is no doubt she's such a mouse with such an abstract grace. [She's admitting that she probably won't end up with the guy, and apologizing that she's not that girl.]
Oh, whoa... There is no cure, I am sure, for these ten cent blues. [The whole effect of the situation is hurting her more than anything.]
And then she chose to dissect me and I was casted into poverty. When I did not agree with her, she said, "You've got nerve," [The girl really decided to go for it, and the girl married with the man was pushed into a painful state. When she (the married one) spoke up, the other girl shoved everything into her face.]
but I don't care if I'm granted for all these things. If I were one among this crowd would you call that defeat? [She's given up and doesn't care anymore. If she was just another face in the crowd, would it really be that bad?]
In a way it's making me crazy, in the sense that it's making me stronger. A likely chance, and it's probably proven. In the end we'll all walk away. [All of this has made her stronger, but made her hurt incredibly. She says it'll be resolved in the end, and she'll just walk away from those two people.]
Shaking hands on the doormat, I salute you, sir. A stranger and a happy fit-- so glad I'm part of it, and that I saw it all. [She's saying goodbye to the whole ordeal, and that she's glad she was able to gain more strength through the hurt. A stranger and a happy fit, the stranger is the man she was married to and the happy fit is the girl who finally got him.]
Whew! My interpretation.