Story Behind The Song
The first song I ever wrote. Simple melody and humorous lyrics.
Song Description
Playing on stereotypes, it's a "joke-song" with simple melody. The main character just broke up a long-term relationship. He remembers how it started but says it has never worked and all hope is lost. He is his own man. Slams the door and walks away whistling.
Song Length |
3:04 |
Genre |
Folk - Traditional |
Tempo |
Fast (151 - 170) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Cheerful, Pleased |
Subject |
Breaking Up, Dysfunctional Relations |
Similar Artists |
Bob Dylan, Barenaked Ladies |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
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Lyrics
FEMME FATALE
I clearly remember, as if it happened last night
Her yellow Maserati at the traffic light
V8 engine, 20" wheels
Have your seen her tall boots on high heels?!
Alligator handbag and really tight jeans
Oh what foxy lady! You know what I mean!
Dressed for success and looking real good
I tried to look away, it's understood
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The man is the hunter, he stands his ground
But I knew I was lost, never to be found
She waved at me and smiled, believe it, pal!
She was a trigger-happy femme fatale
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I couldn't see the devil in her eyes of green
The most amazing curves that I had ever seen
She promised me the heaven, she promised thick and thin
The angel in my hands, but nothing was as it seemed
My friends kept telling me, "You better beware",
Treachery and treason were more than I could bare
"You're working your skin off like a galley slave,
She'll stab you in the back and dance on your grave."
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Three long years of bringing breakfast to the bed
Necklaces and diamonds, I gave her everything I had
But then I realized that I was waiting in vain
Like a bird in a cage, like a wolf on a chain
I wanted to be happy, she was making me blue
Playing with my heart was all that she would do
When I wanted to fly, she was bringing me down
But today I decided to turn tables around
Gonna clean my rifle, pack my traveling things
I had enough of her lies, of her poisonous stings
Gonna leave this house, gonna be a man!
Now the fox-hunting season is open again!
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So watch me walk away, I'll take no more abuse
It's her time to cry, her time for singing the blues
She won't make me stay, she won't make me crawl
From this day I'll be playing Rock And Roll!