Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Poor Judge, artist - Aimee Mann. Date of issue: 30.03.2017
Song language: English
Poor Judge |
| Falling for you was always falling up |
| Leather books and surplus government chairs |
| I rose like smoke, or the steam from your cup |
| A wave of heat where the lighter flares |
| You might have found some other reason |
| To burn me like a tissue screen |
| My heart is a poor judge |
| And it harbors an old grudge |
| Falling for you was a walk off a cliff |
| A dream of a car with the brake lines cut |
| The only way you can stop it is if |
| You turn around, keep the windows shut |
| You might have found some other reason |
| To leave me in that dark ravine |
| My heart is a poor judge |
| And it harbors an old grudge |
| And I can see your light on |
| Calling me back to make the same mistake again |
| And I’ll say no, when you ask me, no, when you ask me, no when you ask again |
| 'Cause I won’t let it past me, won’t let it past me, won’t let it past til I |
| see that I’m last and then… |
| Falling for you was a last ditch plan |
| You sized me up with your thumb on the scale |
| I came up short, but you do what you can |
| The hammer’s nothing without the nail |
| You might have had some other reason |
| To lead me to the guillotine |
| But your heart is a poor judge |
| And it harbors an old grudge |
| And I can see your light on |
| Calling me back to make the same mistake again |