John Hiatt - Sure Pinocchio

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