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  1. Karma

From the album Mr. Gibson Scores Again

Lyrics

Karma

She get up this morning, say she don't like my florentine no more,
packs her bags and asks me can I help her at the door,
I look around, searching for strength and then I say,
No babe, I'm not gonna hurt you that way

She says "The last time I thought it was forever, I was wrong then, too,
Believe me babe, it's got nothin' to do with you,"
I make-believe that I am bigger than I am,
But I can feel her cringe when she hears the door slam

If she don't wanna be with me, I'll take her down to the ocean, I'll throw her in,
Wipe the salt from my eyes, this is the end
If she has this need to be free, I hang my head in misery
If she don't wanna be with me

She says, "Can we talk this over like rational people?"
I say "I lost all sense when I caught you creepin'
And, anyway the time for talk between us has passed,
We need to find something that will last

I'll drive you down to the beach where I can clear my head,
And maybe, if we're lucky no one will end up dead"
It seems for a minute I may let her go,
And, then I think about the spinach on the kitchen floor

If she don't wanna be with me, I'll take her down to the ocean,
I'll throw her in,
Wipe the salt from my eyes, this is the end
If she has this need to be free, I hang my head in misery
If she don't wanna be with me

She can do better, if only you let her,
She's a go-getter like loma prieta,
Just like in the movies, she'll be all she can be,
See that what she should see, but

If she don't wanna be with me, I'll take her down to the ocean,
I'll throw her in,
Wipe the salt from my eyes, this is the end
If she has this need to be free, I hang my head in misery
If she don't wanna be with me

©2001 A. Ray. Annabel Is Her Mother Today (ASCAP).