Lyrics

I don?t know why you pry, get me feeling like a criminal
No matter how high you sigh, you can?t deny your (you?re) subliminal
And every time you fire up a cigarette, you
You take a little of my breath away
Don?t front real fly when you?re coming up shy
You turn around and settle for the next best thing

And every time you cry, you up and say it?s hypocritical
And who the hell am I, (am I to disagree?)
So go ahead, deny the individual
The only one who understand a word you say
Don?t front real fly when you?re coming up dry
You?ll turn around and settle for the next best thing

You know you?re terrified of an audience that?s critical
Like who the hell are they to try and undermine me?
So every time I smile a little cynical, you
You act as if you?ve seen the worst of me
Don?t front real fly when you?re coming up shy
You turn around and settle for the next best thing

Andy Kravitz ? drums, wind chimes
Scott Bricklin - bass, acoustic guitar
Jay Davidson ? saxophones
Fred Berman ? percussion
Jesse ? vocals, piano, wurlitzer