Glass EyeHairy thighs and ample hips One glass eye and a sore on her lip I got a broken nose and a cut up hand Play on the weekend in a rock and roll band. But the sun still shines on me And the sun still shines on you. I got no relief in sight I got stabbed in the knee with a rusty knife Well she can nurse me back to health With some gauze and the string that she found on the shelf But the sun still shines on me And the sun still shines on you. Wipe the drool from off my chin Open the door and I let her in She's been workin' all night long Drivin' truck while I play these songs I thought i was too fat to stay But she accepts me anyway There's something about that ol' glass eye That makes me feel so good inside But the sun still shines on me And the sun still shines on you. But the sun still shines on me And the sun still shines on you. © O. Alders, A. Vanhorn
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