Loeb Lisa Lisa Listen Lyrics

Lisa Listen Lyrics

Who would steal on Sunday?
Who'd made them believe make believe?
Who'd buy
a prayer when you can pray for free?
If the way you drank your coffee was the
way you looked at me,
then I could take both my hands off the TV.
I've
been sleeping on half of my bed lately,
and thinking about what you said to
me,
"You're tipsy, you're turning, you are alive, you are burning.
Lisa,
won't you listen?
The moon shines for you.
You're tipsy, you're turning,
you are alive, you are burning."
A sweet man will sing a seafaring
song,
and a dear, strong woman coos gently along.
Good guys at the Cozy
are servin' folks for free.
Did you ever notice there are so many people in
bands in the city?
I've been sleeping on half of my bed lately,
and
thinking about what you said to me,
"You're tipsy, you're turning, you are
alive, you are burning."
And I will not judge you by the way you play your
instrument.
No, that's true as fiction, sometimes I do,
but the moon
shines halfway sometimes too.
Lisa, won't you listen?
The moon shines for
you:
You're tipsy and turning, you've got one foot on the floor.
You're
alive, you are burning.
You always wanted more.