Complicated Man

Got all my friends
I don't need no other kind
Their hearts are all beating, at once
And it feels like mine
I've been looking for a lover
But the odds are pretty slim
'Cause I've been dreaming lately
Of a girl, who is a friend

But
She don't really know me
Oh, She'd never understand
She don't know me
I'm gonna to call her up
I'm gonna to call her up again

I got all my money
Gonna spend it on something nice
Like a four-leaf clover, I found in oak cliff half-price
I ain't trying to get lucky, I swear
I just need a ride there
To her house on Rose St.
So I can put it in her hair

But
She don't really know me
Oh, She'd never understand
She don't know me
I'm a complicated man
She don't know me
Still, I'm driving out
Driving out to Rose St. Again

I got all my records
Categorized by saints
Like, St. Cohen, and Chris Whitley
There's a pile of those that aint
I listen like a sacrament
The odds are no one gives a shit
But I don't care
'Cause they been singing lately
For that girl with the lucky hair

But
She don't really know me
Oh, she'd never understand
She don't know me
I'm a very complicated man
She don't know me
But maybe she's the one
That can help me
Forget who I am