Julia with Blue Jeans on Lyrics

It's a mad man's game making cadences land in golden fields
A mad man's game making the commonplace unreal
I can't say why but I have a way of bleeding dry anything you call a rose
From red to white a full bouquet to fucking snow

It's a mad man's game

And I had been spending a lot of time in my expensive furs
When the question first occurred to me
Is there anything more famous, anything more grand?
Anything more noble than a folded hand?

Fantasy it's a mad man's game
At the very least a younger man's game
Now I'd say the only word worth singing is a name
And I'd say the only name worth singing is not God it's you

Julia as beautiful and simple as the sun
Julia with blue jeans on
Julia as beautiful and simple as the sun
Just Julia with blue jeans on
I see you there oh at the bottom of the stairs
Obliterating everything I've ever written down
Was there any other way that you could have been found
Oh Julia with blue jeans on
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