Poor Napoleon Lyrics - Bill Frisell

I can't lie on this bed anymore it burns my skin 

You can take the truthful things you've said to me 

And put them on the head of a pin 

Poor napoleon 

You always look so disappointed when I take my stockings off 

Don't you know the facts of life, boy 

Don't you know what these things cost 

She was selling stolen kisses to travelling salesmen and minstrel singers 

You put a penny in the slot 

She called you her magic fingers 

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Poor napoleon 

I bet she isn't all that's advertised 

I bet that isn't all she fakes 

Just like that place where they take your spine 

And turn it into soapflakes 

So good night little school boy, you'd better learn some self control 

Did you mess up your hairstyle, pour scorn in your begging bowl 

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Bare wires from the socket to the bed where you embraced that girl 

Did you ever think there's far too many people in the world? 

One day they'll probably make a movie out of all of this 

There won't even have to be a murder just a slow dissolving kiss