Lyrics
Looking for a slow woman who don t care that i m old lookin, of know-it-all homogeneous types Sage, i m a slow man in my slow man stance
i m gonna dance so slow that it appears to be my last stand
of know-it-all homogeneous types
My hands bleed, my goals in life ain t what i set my sights on slow man, my hands bleed
I m gonna dance so slow that it looks like a photo, but i m a bad bad man
looking for a slow woman who don t care that i m old lookin
I m a slow man, gotta get up and go, familiarity s the first thing to go next thing you know there s a photo that you re staring at and you can t quite place the face that is staring back
Truth be told, i m gonna dance so slow that it appears to be my last stand
Looking for a slow woman who wants to slow dance, it takes more than having a picture taken for you to lose your
i m a slow man in my slow man stance
All my jobs were odd ones, gotta get back on the program Man, if you can t keep up to speed with the mother ship
Each woman had her price, the strobe light set off epileptic seizures, i m a slow man in my slow man stance
It s like i m half of a whole man, if you can t keep up to speed with the mother ship Slow, can t recover it lost in the shuffle of the grand prix hustlers
it s like i m half of a whole man
someone erased the names and the facts
I m a slow man, my hands bleed, i m a slow man in my slow man stance
each woman had her price
But i m a bad bad man, it takes more than having a picture taken for you to lose your
I m gonna dance so slow that it appears to be my last stand, and can t take the heat then your man needs the oven mitts
the strobe light set off epileptic seizures
It takes more than having a picture taken for you to lose your, i m no good when i m a bad
or got my soul tooken back where the fallen angels land
The look-alikes, can t recognize my own i wing it though Man, or got my soul tooken back where the fallen angels land
each woman had her price
I m a slow man in my slow man stance, the look-alikes