Lyrics

PICKS ME UP

In the middle of an otherwise perfect early afternoon
There?s a stained glass sun streak shining through into my room
I take a look at the clock, I fumble round for a sock
I?ll mosey down the block

And I will see Melinda, as I?m making round the bend
She always treats me like a little more than a friend
Like a little more than a friend
She picks me up and puts me down again

She?s always ready with a chuckle and a tilted head
Melinda sings to me the praises of an unmade bed
Hey I?m a little undone, take a seat in the sun
It?s all in good clean fun

She sees me hiding my delight that she won?t tell me when
She always treats me like a little more than a friend
Like a little more than a friend
She picks me up and puts me down

And tips over
Lets me almost get to know her
Anything she does
I?m in and out of love

Hey what?s the matter with that
You should be tipping your hat
But look, you?re standing flat, when I

I see Melinda as I?m making round the bend
She always treats me like a little more than a friend
Like a little more than a friend
She picks me up and puts me down again?

Andy Kravitz ? drums
Pete Donnelly ? bass
RealLiveHorns ? saxophones, brass
Jef Washington ? electric guitar
Fred Berman ? percussion
Lee Schusterman ? hammond, melodica
Jeremy Dyen ? freeman cordovox
Jesse ? vocals, wurlitzer