311 - You Wouldn't Believe

He was a king 'til she laid waste

Now he can not fill up the space

And I just see him drifting

while he’s drifting

On bourbon alley

feeling low

Just because she let

him go

I don’t thinkh e

even knows

He’ll ever be fine



And he’s got

a head full of ideas

Let me tell ya

That you wouldn’t believe

And he’s got

a heart made of pure gold

And something else

Many tricks up his sleeve

You might think he’s a jester

because he’ll

make you laugh til’ you cry

And what else

You better come with your best

if you test him

Unless you’re ready to die



Wonder woman got rid of

wonder man

that man’s not part of

her wonder plan

Letter to the so called

better bet on my man

Believe it you will

find out baby

Damn



Head full of ideas

Let me tell ya

That you wouldn’t believe

And he’s got

a heart made of pure gold

And something else

So many tricks up his sleeve

You might think he’s a jester,

because he’ll

make you laugh til’ you cry

And what else

You better come with your best

if you test him

Unless you’re ready to die



A million people come and go

Through a person's ebb and flow

And faces keep on changing

While they're changing

A certain few will

stay in tact

When they’re not they'll don an act

I know this important fact

Don’t get confused like



And he’s got

a head full of ideas

Let me tell ya

That you wouldn’t believe

And he’s got

a heart made of pure gold

And something else

So many tricks up his sleeve

You might think he’s a jester

because he’ll

make you laugh til’ you cry

And what else

You better come with your best

if you test him

Unless you’re ready to die



First you love him

then your loving him not

All the while he just

smiles giving all that

he’s got

Do you find it in your

heart to say he’s not

what you sought

Do you want me to

continue with this

or what



Whoa yeah, whoa yeah

Head full of ideas

Let me tell ya

That you wouldn’t believe

And he’s got

a heart made of pure gold

And something else

so many tricks up his sleeve