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Johnny Flynn

Leftovers

 

Leftovers

(album: A Larum - 2008)


I've been drooling at some mangy scraps of bread
And these hungry voices make a lot of noise inside my head
Show me the way to the rubbish dump or the bins at closing time
I'd walk a mile just to catch a smile from a fish without its brine

Been hanging round the underground, found a couple of crumbs down there
Was lucky and got some flotsam from a girl with long brown hair
She said her name was Mary May and she liked the springtime most
She said she left her meals half-ate, she said, and she left the crusts on toast

Leftovers is what I want
Don't need no fine cuisine
Give me a dime for a bacon rind
Or slip me some of that old sardine

She'd been seeing a man named Jim; I said I didn't mind
Said the second place is just my style, like glasses for the blind
I felt she was keen to come, and I knew I'd met my match
And I was sure that I had locked the door and she had dropped the latch

Leftovers is what I want
Don't need no fine cuisine
Give me a dime for a bacon rind
Or slip me some of that old sardine

I said, "Bring your dark eyes, honey"; she said, "You bring yours"
Said I don't take second glances and she walked out the door
I walked after her, waved her down, and asked her why she left
She said she only dealt leftovers and that all else felt like theft

Leftovers is what I want
Don't need no fine cuisine
Give me a dime for a bacon rind
Or slip me some of that old sardine

Leftovers is what I want
Don't need no fine cuisine
Give me a dime for a bacon rind
Or slip me some of that old sardine

If you see her, say hello; she'll be out handing scraps
But don't be fooled, her heart is ruled by forces off the maps
Show me the way to the rubbish dump or the bins at closing time
I'd walk a mile just to catch a smile from a fish without its brine

Leftovers is what I want
Don't need no fine cuisine
Give me a dime for a bacon rind
Or slip me some of that old sardine

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