Pierre - Ryn Weaver

I danced in the desert, in the pouring rain

Drank with the devil and forgot my name

Woke with somebody when the morning came

No one there to shame me for my youth

'Cause I wouldn’t be with you

And then I found me a lover who could play the bass

He’s kinda quiet, but his body ain’t

Spend the days dreaming and the nights awake

Doin' things we know we shouldn’t do

'Cause I wouldn’t be with you

Says he can’t believe he found me

Wraps his arms around me

Yeah-eah, eah-eah-eah-yeah

I can’t let him in

You call me up and ask me how I’ve been

I’ll call your bluff and

Keep on telling, telling, telling you lies

Keep on telling, telling, telling you lies

No, I can’t let him in

You play me rough, but I won’t let you win

So, call my bluff, I’ll

Keep on telling, telling, telling you lies

Keep on telling, telling, telling you lies

Count down to the day they may come true

And I fell for a vagabond, a month at tops

Lied and said his bike was in the «motor shop»

Drove my car once and made the tire pop

Still we had some fun, till I came to

'Cause I wouldn’t be with you

On the Fourth of July, I met a man, «Pierre»

Lied about his age, but I didn’t care

Spoke in broken English but the heart was there

In those eyes of sky and ocean blue

'Cause I wouldn’t be with you

He says he can’t believe he found me

Wraps his arms around me

Yeah-eah, eah-eah-eah-yeah

I can’t let him in

You call me up and ask me how I’ve been

I’ll call your bluff and

Keep on telling, telling, telling you lies

Keep on telling, telling, telling you lies

No, I can’t let him in

You play me rough, but I won’t let you win

So, call my bluff, I’ll

Keep on telling, telling, telling you lies

Keep on telling, telling, telling you lies

Count down to the day they may come true

I’m counting dow-ow-ow-ow-own

I’m still so dow-ow-ow-ow-own

I’ll come around