Lyrics Gold Calf Moan - Kyle Craft

Gold Calf Moan

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