Ambulance-Chaser

AMBULANCE CHASER

She’s an ambulance chaser
A fitness trainer
A single malt missing
On a steep retainer

She’s an ambulance chaser
A guru come later
A penny for her thoughts
If you should try to date her

She’s an ambulance chaser
A total stranger
A message in a bottle
Sent to Betty Danger

She’s an ambulance chaser
The Bureau of Labor
Has cuddled with the kittens
Of her strange behavior

She’s an ambulance chaser
An ambulance chaser

THE LAW OF AVERAGE

The law of average is a blessing
Of fables and fears and letting go, oh…
Stumble blind until you know
That fair trade ended long ago

And every girl I’ve known
Was right until I’m wrong
I’d bless the heart savant
That’s beating loud and long
I’m running out of steam
And where I don’t belong

The law of average is not catching up
With tangled hair and mating so, oh…
Stumble blind until you know
That fair trade ended long ago

And every girl I’ve known
Was right until I’m wrong
I’d bless the heart savant
I tried to bring along
I’m running out of steam
And where I don’t belong

Lyrics © 2013 Mikel Rouse
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Published by Club Soda Music (ASCAP)
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