Original Song by James Humphries

"Anything That Fits Me (Like A Glove)"

I like walking with my feet up, I don't move around too much,
And there aint no place that I'd prefer to be.
And though Ive never been to egypt, I don't hobble on a crutch,
Just to have some more security.
I don't put my belt on tight,
I don't lock my doors at night,
And If you say thats a foolish way, I'm sure your guess is right,
But everytime its come to push or shove,
It always seems to fit me like a glove.

I dont point no judgment finger, i dont criticize the storm
and then talk about the county needing rain
and though i tend to linger when creation takes its form,
I never spy with eyes that wax and wane.
And I know I'm pretty poor,
And I don't mean much anymore
But my fantasy is just to be a little smarter than before
And if you want to know just what i'm thinkin of,
Its something that will fit me like a glove.

I watch out for pretty women, Their bargains and their bluff,
And other ways to eat up all my strength,
But they use hypmotism, and if that aint enough,
They all act like angels without wings,
some will steal your shoes,
some will spread the news,
and some will claim that you stay the same, no matter what you chose
and some of em i guess you learn to love,
then some of them'll fit you like a glove.

Let me take you through the motions of an everlasting dawn,
to the blue bouquet arrangement on the hills,
Where tugboats tread the ocean, and time keeps moving on
To catch the silver sunlight when it spills
All through the mornin mist,
and continental drifts,
And anywhere that the open air gets sprayed upon the cliffs,
Where every soul ascends to the skies above,
and everything will fit me like a glove. (less info)