Текст Shakey Graves – Alexander, City Born

Alexander, city born
Same old clothes hes always worn
At his window every night staring off into the sky
Oh my what makes him tick

Ooh all I really gotta do
Is lock her up in my life
Lock her up in my life
He thinks
Ooh all I really gotta do
Is just lock her up in my life
Lock her up in my life

But shes got a Betty of her own
No use for him
Yeah shes got a Betty of her own
No use for him

Standard good as gold
Does exactly as hes told
Pull his strings and watch him dance
Make him think he has a chance

How interesting
Is he sick?
Is he weak in the knees?
Can he move yeah can he speak?

Yeah he thinks ooh all I really wanna do
Is just lock her up in my life
Lock her up in my life

But shes got a Betty of her own
No use for him
Yeah shes got a Betty of her own
No use for him

Always at the foot of her bed
Where he vacations from time to time
And lives from year to year