Smooth Jazz - Evangelista

Something’s always ringin, something’s always off the tree

Someone’s always singing I gotta be me — ow

And they cranked it all day they dropped it at my feet

And I ate it up like ice cream, I ate it up and walked away

Something’s in my eye, something’s stuck in there like cold air

Someone’s always crying, someone’s wasted in their underwear

I’m inclined to keep my mind

Something’s always tasting, someone’s always fencing in

Tape their hands in pear shapes waiting to begin

So they polished it all day they dropped it at my feet

And I ate it up like ice cream, I ate it up and walked away