Chicago And Miss Jovan's Land-O-Mat

I know I'll read like a crying baby
In your memoirs
Age twenty nine is a Saigon prison
And I'm the bars
Miss Jovan sees your cards
And knows you played them right
Miss Jovan knows that you were
Looking toward the light
Miss Jovan watch you dread each night
I know I'm God's little stamp collector
Seen through your eyes
Someone who sends for the six tape program
They advertise
Miss Jovan knows that this was
Headed for decline
Miss Jovan knows that your
Excuses are in line
Miss Jovan loves to hear you whine
And I almost booked a flight to Chicago
And I almost got myself on a roll
But hurricanes don't blow you back
And gardening doesn't grow you back
And the devil doesn't owe you back your soul
I know I'm God's little health inspector
God's little dot connector
God's little lead protector
God's little smoke detector
God's little disinfector in
Miss Jovan's Land-O-Mat is
Here for your new start
Miss Jovan knows you bore
No malice in your heart
Miss Jovan saw you working smart
And I almost booked a flight to Chicago
And I almost got myself on a roll
But hurricanes don't blow you back
And gardening doesn't grow you back
And the devil doesn't owe you back your soul
No the devil doesn't owe you back your soul