All Rolled Up
Words and Music: Paul Hlebcar
Copyright 2003 Paul Hlebcar.  All rights reserved

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We were singin' 'bout somethin' blue
Don't know why it's such a painful hue
Down at Joey's Lounge next to the old Bel Aire          
Passin' the hat as we took our share

Partners in crime, that's what we were
Stealin' the moment as it would occur  
We'd find some hippie dive or just a whiskey bar
Then prove she wasn't just another risin' star

What she could handle was anything
That's why I loved her, why birds still sing
Why it's all rolled up in everything
Everything...

Sachet or strollin' babe it's all the same
I loved her walk…I loved her game
I didn't ask her when she looked so good
Doin' better than the best she could

Inside the eye inside her storm
Ambition took an ugly form
I shoulda known' that she would slip away
Gettin' captured in that old cliché

What she could handle was anything
That's why I loved her, why birds still sing
Why it's all rolled up in everything
Everything...

So now I keep my distance dear
As if well trained to stay right here
To not forget not to forget
And to see it all with no regret

So go ahead, just toss your hair
The sun it seems to like it there
The light it jumps and flies away
Down Webster Street where all the young girls play

Thinkin' that they could handle anything
That's why I wanted her, why it still stings
Why it's all rolled up in everything
Everything...

So go ahead, just toss your hair
The sun it seems to like it there 
And everyone who walks on by
Has a smile on their face don't you ever wonder why

They feel like they could handle anything
Like in the air there's love, like birds still sing
Like it's all rolled up in everything
Everything... everything... everything.