A semi-autobiographical suburban tragedy
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Okay, it's not all true. But my across the street neighbors sure don't seem as friendly as they used to be. I was washing dishes, looking out on the street in front of our house, and the window was open. When I let loose with 'the whistle' (I don't recall the song I was whistling to in my head) the husband turned toward my house and I quickly looked down to at the pot I was scrubbing, and thought "uh-oh."
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You live next door with your husband and your cat
We used to smile and wave but there'll be no more of that
I was singin' as you parked your car
When you got out I was whistlin' a bar (oh no!)
CHORUS:
And now I'm feelin' like a heel
Don't know what I'm gonna do
Girl I didn't mean to accidentally whistle at you
I was simply rockin' out to a jammin' tune
Girl I didn't mean to accidentally whistle at you
You're nothing special so sorry to say
I'm married too and my wife blows you away
You may not buy it but I wanna make it clear
I would have whistled even if you weren't there
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I'm not the kind of guy who makes a pass
Holding hedge trimmers and standing barefoot in the grass
If I'd have done the thing you think I did
I would have whistled at that lady who jogs instead
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BRIDGE:
When your parents come to see you they glare at me too
Your husband just ignores me at the store
I'm the neighborhood perv because I puckered and blew
Now I wish that things would go back like they were before
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