William Beckett - Cla**ifieds lyrics

My life reads like the cla**ifieds Pages of what's for sale What's on the auction block Attention bidders It's Lot 45 He's got a decent voice He's got that crooked smile Hold on You haven't heard the best yet He writes good story lines He's got those honest eyes So take him home for just $9.95 He'll sing the songs you like He'll keep you warm at night Back down Cash out That's the city for you Break down Back out And get what's coming to you When you said you were falling apart I thought you meant that you were falling apart I'm not the type to forget about Nights like this When every single move that I make Is documented and scored for style points The once ambitious one now holds the smoking gun And if I die in my sleep Are you still willing to be Everything you promised you would be Back down Cash out That's the city for you Break down Back out And get what's coming to you When you said you were falling apart I thought you meant that you were falling apart Will you be the first one to tell the neighborhood papers And all my family and friends that still care? Did you buy what I sold Did you feel what I told you I hope that you still do Will you Promise yourself that this isn't all we've got Back down Cash out That's the city for you Break down Back out And get what's coming to you When you said you were falling apart I thought you meant that you were falling apart