Home Base
When you're up on your pedestal, they say the moon is omnipresent
When you're down in a rut they say, the blues are self-evident
When you rummage through your purse
They say she'll never escape through there
You're the queen of this bar and this neighborhood
This is your turf, I don't belong here
Hide and seek and seek and save my place
I spy a barfly sitting down to grace, home base
When you're up on your pedestal, they say she looks just like Grace Kelly
When you're grovelling on your swivel stool, they take turns with the machete
The apple of their bloodshot eyes,
The butt of the collective joke
Goes bumming lights where none are lit
And manages to salvage a smoke
Hide and seek and seek and hide your face
I spy a barfly flickering by my home base
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Home Base
When you're up on your pedestal, they say the moon is omnipresent
When you're down in a rut they say, the blues are self-evident
When you rummage through your purse
They say she'll never escape through there
You're the queen of this bar and this neighborhood
This is your turf, I don't belong here
Hide and seek and seek and save my place
I spy a barfly sitting down to grace, home base
When you're up on your pedestal, they say she looks just like Grace Kelly
When you're grovelling on your swivel stool, they take turns with the machete
The apple of their bloodshot eyes,
The butt of the collective joke
Goes bumming lights where none are lit
And manages to salvage a smoke
Hide and seek and seek and hide your face
I spy a barfly flickering by my home base
When you're up on your pedestal, they say the moon is omnipresent
When you're down in a rut they say, the blues are self-evident
When you rummage through your purse
They say she'll never escape through there
You're the queen of this bar and this neighborhood
This is your turf, I don't belong here
Hide and seek and seek and save my place
I spy a barfly sitting down to grace, home base
When you're up on your pedestal, they say she looks just like Grace Kelly
When you're grovelling on your swivel stool, they take turns with the machete
The apple of their bloodshot eyes,
The butt of the collective joke
Goes bumming lights where none are lit
And manages to salvage a smoke
Hide and seek and seek and hide your face
I spy a barfly flickering by my home base
Writer: Simon Joseph Joyner
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Copyright: Lyrics © SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB.