Christopher Sean - The Street Peddler lyrics

You're a drifter, a sort of drunken shape-shifter A street slick word peddler The dancing man with hands like flames Or, so it appears When you peddle your wares A black-eye-liner lady on your left Dressed up as a witch from Macbeth Or maybe she was, she was, she was Man, I think she was Happier before you turned her into a lying, crying, cheap substitute for love You call yourself a gangster, that makes you a prankster A ragamuffin gambler or some such bluffing thing The kind of man honest folks curse But you praise As you walk around town in a daze Threatening silence with a bloody blade Chicken sh** business But as they say, screwed-up is What screwed-up does You turned a good girl into a lying, crying, cheap substitute for love It's okay, so you took my girl She was born in a garden Her parents named her God's Pearl No, I'm not upset Though I haven't woken yet To the justice that might suit the crime Or an emotion that might Rein in the night Or bring that bright day back to us Until then I watch the room spin and cuss In the arms of another one of the devil's stupid charms Just a lying, crying, law defying, a damned shamed faced sighing, high flying, sorry excuse for true love