Everything Has Its Place

Words and Music by Chris Pendergraft She is like Cleopatra Eyes of cat and lips of wine When he is handgun out She is always feeling fine- But when he goes away She does not feel okay She knows she needs the space And that everything will be okay Everything has its place He is tall like Napoleon He's got mustard on his vest When he walks he is staggering Cuz he knows that he's the best He talks like an American Apple pie on his face But in this great big word everything has its place Everything has its place