Story Behind The Song
I once played bass with an excellent drummer who would insult my meter by saying "you think time is just a magazine." Musician jokes are generally too "inside" for song titles, but I thought there was still a song in the doubleplay: "you do not appreciate that time is passing."
I needed another supporting double meaning to alert the listener to the wordplay, and came up with: "you're playing with our hearts like it's just a game of cards."
That expression reminded me of a girlfriend from high school, whose MO was indeed a game of hearts-- collecting the whole set. Once I figured out that the right point of view for expressing impatience was the rest of the women competing with her, the song pretty much wrote itself.
Song Description
The town floozie knows she can have any man she wants-- and that's okay with the other women as long as she picks one and leaves the rest of the men for them-- NOW.
| Song Length |
2:54 |
Genre |
Country - General |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Subject |
Movies |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
TIME IS JUST A MAGAZINE
VERSE1:
Now the whole town is hung up on you girl,
Every bachelor wants you for his wife.
The rivals wait in line, won't you make up your mind?
Just pick one, so the rest can get on with their lives.
But you're taking your sweet time deciding,
In this waiting game, you are the queen.
You're playing with their hearts,
Like it's just a game of cards,
Like time is just a magazine.
VERSE 2:
All the women in town are impatient,
You've tied up the men quite a while.
They won't talk romance, if they think they have a chance
For you girl, they ain't walking us down the aisle.
So choose one before we get older,
It's not like we're all seventeen.
You're playing with our hearts,
Like it's just a game of cards,
Like time is just a magazine.
BRIDGE1:
You paint up your face, and you gobble up the guys.
Give us a taste, girl, 'fore somebody dies.
I'm afraid if you take any longer,
We might have a violent scene.
'Cause you're playing with our hearts,
Like it's just a game of cards,
Like time is just a magazine.
SOLOS = VERSE
BRIDGE2:
So I'll paint up my face, find a man of my own.
We'll grow old and gray, while you grow old alone.
And you'll sit by yourself and you'll wonder
How you wound up with no wedding ring,
'Cause you played with your heart,
Like it's just a game of cards,
Like time is just a magazine,
Like time is just a magazine.