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| Lyric Credits: |
Dan Gribbin |
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Dan Gribbin |
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Dan Gribbin |
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Dan Gribbin |
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Dan Gribbin |
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| Song Length |
2:38 |
| Primary Genre |
Blues-Modern |
| Tempo / Feel |
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| Tempo / Feel |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
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ONLY MARKING TIME
I thought I was making time with my baby,
Making progress, yeah.
I thought it was gonna be the kind of whoop-dee-dee
That other lovers have.
But I was only marking time with my baby,
Not making time at all.
I could have sat there on her daddy’s sofa
Till the clock dropped off the wall.
You know the checkout line keeps moving.
You get your groceries and you pay.
But when it comes to making time with my baby,
I just seem to wait all day.
I like to groove on down the highway.
I give my throttle one big shove.
But when it comes to making time with her,
I’m in the traffic jam of love.
Because I’m only marking time with my baby,
Not making time at all.
I’ve got a blown out tire, I’m parked on the shoulder.
Triple A won’t take my call.
I got a Rolex with a diamond.
I’m dressing sharp, and I’ve got style.
But if I can’t make time with that gal of mine,
I’m gonna shop around a while.
Because I’m only marking time with my baby,
Not making time at all,
Ain’t no use hanging ‘round here just to be reading
The handwriting on the wall.
Now, Salvadori Dali painted clocks so soft
They kinda drooped and oozed and then they slithered off,
And when my baby noticed that the clock was soft,
I couldn’t make . . . no time . . . at all.
© 2006 by Daniel V. Gribbin
Dan Gribbin/#E1605-2473/386-760-8226
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