You followed me to Manchester
To meet the guy who says my name
You heard him say my name
You heard him say my name
And now you gotta know where he stands from
Inside a booth or behind a desk
Or on his own two feet
Now we're gonna sit down,
Sit down face to face

I'm staring at the steeple, I'm staring at the steeple
I wonder who's preaching
They say it's two women in there
They say one wears a robe,
One wears a crystal
One keeps time,
The other keeps a pistol

He sent me a check for a thousand dollars
I thought it was a gift
But boy was I wrong
Now I'm supposed to go and cash his check
And give it out dollar at a time
Hand it out penny by penny, penny by penny

If I can't help you nobody can
If you can't talk to me, who can you turn to?
If you don't make up your mind now
I'm going to make it up for you
The days are getting darker and I'm all alone
We're practically married but no you're never at home

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing
Writer(s): ELEANOR FRIEDBERGER, MATTHEW FRIEDBERGER