Miss Betty Grable
Album: Tapping Trees in a Trinket Box of Treasure
By: Christine Leakey
By: Christine Leakey
Duration
5:05
Genres
Description
Everything you hear on this track I am playing: electric guitar, synths, drums, bass, vocals, music box, sound sampling... It's not all electronic but it's definitely an ambient/chill song. I also produced this tune on my own. I think it's tough to categorize my music but I will say this, it's cinematic and visual with a neo-psychedelic feel to it.
Lyrics
Miss Betty Grable Come have tea at my table don't drink that wine. How is your fella did he tell ya he didn't tell ya he's doing time. They found him in the courtyard with his cigar tip, a not so tall ship and some wine. He didn't do the crime, he had no alibi, it's what the paper said, who did the crime what was your alibi? Do you believe it? Can you conceive it? How they perceived it, The Daily Times. They made him a martyr and then they bartered their only daughter it's such a crime. Of course it made the paper no seaside scraper, no read you later, The Daily Times. He didn't do the crime, he had no alibi, it's what the paper said, who did the crime what was your alibi? Say there you fancy, pretty lady been dancing lately pick me a daisy.
