12 / 8 Time - Mason Jennings

128 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

And now her key it don’t fit

And 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

Well, would you lookee here

She’s got a perfume bottle and her 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 to ring quiet but the doorbell’s broke

She gonna hafta knock knock knock, I said

You’re gonna knock knock knock

She come a-knockin' at my door

Now she come a-knockin' at my door

And now her key it don’t fit

And I’m not gonna let her in

She come a-knockin' at my door

Now she come a-knockin' at my door

And now her key it don’t fit

And 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

She come a knock-knock, let me in

She come a knock-knock, let me in

She come a knock-knock, please please

No no no no no

Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin

Would i ever consider to begin