Strenuous Acquaintances Lyrics

Written by Joan Osborne
From Mr. Wrong Soundtrack�

I take my baby to the cornfield�
I lay him down between the rows�
I ask him if he really loves me�
He tells me only heaven knows�

If I owned a TV station�
This is the message I would send:�
A hundred strenuous acquaintances can't meet the loss of one true friend�

Give me his old Montana jacket�
His favorite shirt is Panama�
And I can tell you where he's buried�
Tell you the last thing that he saw, saw...�
I am the keeper of your fetish�
There is so much that you don't know�
You're gonna drown in your own bathtub�
You're gonna miss me when I go�

If I owned that big transmitter�
This is the message I would send:�
A hundred strenuous acquaintances can't meet the loss of one true friend�

And on the mornings after parties�
I pick the bottles from the floor�
I open every single window�
I cough until my ribs are sore�
Callin' out to all you vampires,�
"I got molasses in my veins!�
I think it's time I should be leavin'�
And you can fight for my remains!"�

For every word on every paper�
For every dollar you will spend�
A strenuous acquaintances can't meet the loss of one true friend�
The loss of one true friend