Gold Calf Moan - Kyle Craft

Well, boy you’ve got it wrong

Golden Calf or not

I bet you’re still talking 'bout me ugly

I never wanted her to give me all she’s got

And I never wanted her to love me

But just like you I was drawn to her eyes

Just like you she went and left me

Just like you I can’t forget the night

Watching that pretty thing undressing

And you said she can run around with anyone but me

I couldn’t play by your rules boy and neither could she

So I laid her down in a gossamer gown on the same bed that you did

And the shadows played on the wall

As she told me your closet talk

It’s funny you’d think I care at all what you see in me

You’re crazy calling that girl a whore

Cried like a baby behind the door

Your temper tantrums settle your scores

She talks to anything that breathes

Call me whatever you need

Well, boy you’ve got it wrong

Golden Calf or not

I bet you’re too dumb to know the difference

You’re talking like a saint, saying «throw it in the fire»

Even though you’re the one who built him

Gathered the jewelry, and melted it down

Made for yourself to go idolize

If that wasn’t me

I already jumped town

Catching up to your runaway bride

And you said she can mop the floor with any modern man

I wish I played by your rules boy, 'cause now I know she can

She took my heart in a parking lot

From the moment we first kissed

Now I’m stuck in some firing line

Between my girl and a waste of time

A shot from loving all through the night

I’m not so different than you

High as a kite on the church pew there

So infantile in your wild despairs

I get it boy, you’re the perfect pair

But that kind of love, it takes two

So call me, whatever you do

But when the party’s over honey

And your key to the kingdom don’t fit the new lock

And everybody’s shoving camels through the eye of the needle

And you’re punching the clock

Yeah, when your new squeeze talks both your ears off baby

And you’ve got that open road feeling

Send your regards when your heart is ripe for the stealing