Judy Greene Lyrics

Well hello, we've not yet met
Said the girl who put paste in my head
You're the one with the funny little house
That one day I'll run away to,
By the way, my name is Judy Greene
Who let you dance with a bruise like that?
Throwing rocks in a basket on your back
Wasn't much to let your mother tell you how
The cleanest bed is the one
That you never have to tend to, Judy Greene

I met you back when you were small
Like I saw you in the crisp orange fall
No you can't cut a tree down twice
But if it grows in your yard,
I swear I'll let it starve, Judy Greene
And you turned and hung your head
When the blues took you from my bed
What's a lie but putting off what you can't
Say out loud? Better now
Than left under the couch, Judy Greene

It's late a lot lately, I confess
And I see you've gotten tough to impress
If it's all the same to you,
I'd let you go tonight
If you swear it's what you'd like, Judy Greene
And she'll do just what you do
Until we both find somebody new
Another distraction from the tales
That we'll all be a part of
But never get to tell, Judy Greene

Judy Greene
Judy Greene