Mad Ironic Pity
Album: Flavor of Crazy
By: DRUCKER
By: DRUCKER
Duration
3:41
Genres
Description
Drucker is an Alternative Pop/Rock Band from Atlanta, GA. Born from years of demos and solo recordings, now performing in venues throughout the Southeast. Drucker are supporting their current independent EP, Flavor of Crazy, available though all online retailers.
Lyrics
She was a militant feminist who made no pretenses With a hate for all things male and I was no exception So I decided to take a shot at her defenses With no deceit in my eyes and my heart free of deception. I offered to buy her a drink which she promptly refused And proceeded to order another Manhattan. Maybe it’s my masochistic need to be abused, To have my inflated ego flattened. And she rebuffed my advances with an icy glare of doom So I invited her to come up to my room And I said: “Hey, Girl, my intentions may be lewd And I’d really hate to see my motives misconstrued So I’ll dispense with the small talk and romantic lines Why don’t you come with me and we’ll pass the time away?” Well she contemplated me like she was genuinely amused The cold machinery of her brain formulating a reply “Just don’t wake up in the morning and cry that you were used When you find that I didn’t stick around to say goodbye.” I said “You know what? I like the way you think” She implored me to please stop squawking “You know you’re so much more attractive,” she said with a wink, “When you don’t insist on talking” And as she pondered me with that mischievous grin I led her up to my room and invited her in And she said: “Hey, Boy, my intentions may me lewd And I’d really hate to see my motives misconstrued So I’ll dispense with the small talk and romantic lines Why don’t you come with me and we’ll pass the time away?” Well, true to her word she was gone when I awoke She never called me and we never again spoke So I stepped outside to look out at the city And thought to myself “what a mad, ironic pity” That I admitted my intentions may be lewd And that I’d really hate to see my motives misconstrued. But then what’s this? I noted with surprise That I was dreaming of her face and her cold blue eyes Well I quickly shook the thought from my head Banished it from my mind and crawled back into bed Then I admonished myself with a curt reprimand Because somehow I had fallen for a one-night stand.
