Jesse Malin - Arrested lyrics

Calls him daddy, calls him man Another girl that they call Britney Johnny sits and mans the phones From the corner, he'll come get you She wakes in the cold gray dawn Football games they make me yawn Cellophane and stomach aches Pillow talk and perfume breaks A married man with an estate A hairdresser that swears he's straight Her alimony is once a month She beats the kid, he plays the drums And oh, oh, oh, life goes by With your Mardi Gras high And your tenderloin low Second hand blues and money to blow When you get tired and arrested There's something you should know At least he's going home The undercover makes the bust But not before he gets a touch Good ones copy, great ones steal The rest of us we almost feel And oh, oh, oh, life goes by With your Mardi Gras high And your tenderloin low Second hand blues and money to blow When you get tired and arrested There's somewhere you can go Between the blue and gold He's gonna get a pension Eleven years go to The world's oldest profession Ain't never gonna fold With fortunes being told With your Mardi Gras high And your tenderloin low Second hand blues and money to blow When you get tired and arrested There's something you should know You're always in my soul