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Sangtekst: John Hiatt. Little Head. Sure Pinocchio.


You told me you'd hold me

Now I know better

All you did fold me honey

Like a dear John letter

You put me in a box

With God and his uncle

Like a pair of gym socks

Lookin' like Artie Garfunkle



You took my heart

The check's in the mail

We'll do lunch when you get out of jail



Sure Pinocchio

Anything you say

Sure Pinocchio

Have it your own way



You took me for a ride

Well, I'm crawling out of this gutter

You hurt me down inside

What was that you muttered

Somethin' bout wishing on a star

for a fish out of water

Well, I know who you are

Your Gepetto's wicked daughter



This hurts you more that it hurts me

You never inhale, yeah, and cops eat free



Sure Pinocchio



Anything you say

Sure Pinocchio

Have it your own way



Sure Pinocchio

What hurts me makes you stronger

Sure Pinocchio

That nose keeps gettin' longer and longer



You took my heart

The check's in the mail

We'll do lunch when you get out of jail



Sure Pinocchio

Anything you say

Sure Pinocchio

Have it your own way



Sure Pinocchio

Anything you say

Sure Pinocchio

That nose keeps gettin' longer and longer