Mason Jennings - 12/8 Time lyrics

12/8 time seemed to her to be some sort of life of crime

With the handcuffs and the billy clubs coming down on me

She said rock 'n roll don't give her nothing but bad dreams

So she planned my funeral and left me for dead

A single corpse in a double bed

But now she's standing on my front porch

She goes knock knock knock knock

Knock knock knock knock

She come a-knockin at my door

Now she come a-knockin at my door

Now her key it don't fit

I'm not gonna let her in

Now she come a-knockin at my door

Now she come a-knockin at my door

Now her key it don't fit

I'm not gonna let her in

Now wouldn't you lookie here

She's got a perfume bottle and a fancy clothes

And a ribbon in her hair

Well she ain't bad-lookin', and I'll give her that

But she ain't all there

And her body ain't as sexy as her underwear

Her stomach ain't big enough I suppose

To eat up all the mean words that she spoke

She gonna try and ring quiet but the doorbell's broke

She gonna hafta knock knock knock, I said

You're gonna knock knock knock, yeah

She come a-knockin at my door

Now she come a-knockin at my door

Now her key it don't fit

I'm not gonna let her in

Now she come a-knockin at my door

Now she come a-knockin at my door

Now her key it don't fit

I'm not gonna let her in

She come a knock-knock, let me in

She come a knock-knock, let me in

She come a knock-knock, let me in

I said no-o-o,

She come a knock-knock, let me in

She come a knock-knock, let me in

She come a knock-knock, please

Oh good God please let me in

No no no no no...

Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin

Would I ever consider to begin to let you in