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Mr. jones
In the gloomy shadows of a dusty room
sinister and silent as a musty tomb
stands a closet with a heavy door that’s long been locked
where the secrets of a checkered past have long been stocked
There’s a skeleton in the closet who goes by the name
of Jones
and the way he’s acting lately is a shame
he’s that skinny so-and-so who’s been rattling his bones
cuz he’s getting tired of playing that old hiding game
Mr. Jones is tall and lanky
and his brittle bones are white
he’s liable to get cranky in the middle of the night
he’ll go through all your pockets count up the change
and his knees will start to knock and his smile get kind of strange
now can’t you hear him whispering all that silly sweet talk
"I’d treat you like a king if you’d just let me take
a walk
we could have ourselves a blast I swear this time would be the last
I’d jump back in here in a flash
all you have to do is come up with some cash!"
But don’t let old Jones got to you cuz he’s
nothing but a thief
and since the day you met he’s caused you nothing but grief
he’s locked up for a reason same as all your other fears
and if you let him get the best of you the rest of them might slip out
too.....
Yes there’s a skeleton in the closet who goes by the
name of Jones
and the way he’s acting lately is a shame
he’s that skinny so and so who’s been rattling his bones
cuz he’s getting tired of playing that same old hiding game
© 1997 Rachelle Garniez
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