Sticky Fingers Suite

Words & Music © Jeff Mellin/Sweet Red Onion Publishing, BMI

Walking around Chinatown on Sunday afternoon
Snacking on a bag of maple syrup macaroons
Looking in the window of the Happy Luck
at the broken necks and Peking Duck
The streetlights will be back on soon

She put brown sugar in my coffee
best as I can recollect
She put brown sugar in my coffee
It’s been days since I have slept

She pulled the moon out of the sky
as the sky began to pour
She wrapped her eyes around it
Threw it on the bedroom floor
Watching from my keyhole seat
Moonlight creeping ’round my feet like
maple syrup mercury beneath the door

She put brown sugar in my coffee
best as I can recollect
She put brown sugar in my coffee
It’s been days since I have slept

Let me paint a picture at the risk of perjury:
The outline of her figure, swollen from the injury
face-down in the fire escape
Moonlight dripping through the grate
Silver on the street spread out like stolen jewelry
Silver on the street spread out like stolen jewelry

She put brown sugar in my coffee
best as I can recollect
She put brown sugar in my coffee
It’s been days since I have slept
It’s been days
It’s been days
It’s been days