Текст John Hiatt – Poor Imitation Of God

I’m a poor imitation of God
I’m a poor imitation of God
I’m a poor imitation of God
I’m a poor imitation of God

I can do the devil in my sleep
All the day waitin’ for my midnight creep
If you love me don’t expect a lot
I’m a poor imitation of God
I’m a poor imitation of God
I’m a poor imitation of God
I’m a poor imitation of God

Well I can steal your heart from you
Hide it in my walkin’ shoes
Bleed before the band gets hard
I’m a poor imitation of God
I’m a poor imitation of God
I’m a poor imitation of God
I’m a poor imitation of God

I do better, I do better on my own
La doe si doe, la doe si doe, ain’t got no home
Onto Thine image made
But on that day the moat was broken, I’m afraid

‘Cause I’m a poor imitation of God
I’m a poor imitation of God
I’m a poor imitation of God
I’m a poor imitation of God

I’m a poor imitation of God
Cobras comin’ outta my eyes
Then another thousand dancers
And the tension strikes in, we materialize

Well I’m a poor imitation of God
But there ain’t nobody else
Can’t you see girl I’m tryna love ya
When I can’t even love myself

I’m a poor imitation of God
I’m a poor imitation of God
I’m a poor imitation of God
I’m a poor imitation of God