Letras:John Hiatt. Beneath This Gruff Exterior. The Most Unoriginal Sin.

what there was left of us

was all covered in dust and thick skin

a half eaten apple

the whole Sistine chapel

painted on the head of a pin



a life long love's work

gone up in a smirk

and you didn't even see her waltz in



CHORUS ONE:

now this love is a ghost, for having played host

to the most unoriginal sin



at the wedding we smiled

while some devil played wild violin

soon after the chapel

she offered me that apple

one bite and i was gone with the wind



and you needed no proof

cause the whole naked truth

was wearing only an infidels grin



CHORUS TWO:

and a proud school boys boast

for havin' left his post

for the most unoriginal sin



now the juke box is hummin'

al the venial short comings of men

but i found me this drink

that can finally sink

all this guilt i been wallowing in



buddy once you get started

once true love's departed

you do it over and over again



CHORUS THREE:

so tonight i will toast

just who ever comes close

to the most unoriginal sin



CHORUS THREE:

so tonight i will toast

just who ever comes close

to the most unoriginal sin