Raisin' the Bar Copyright 2003 Stan Lyness   up-tempo 4/4 roots rock, male voice	broadband listen
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          I always liked sex,
            A
   but it's got side effects, 
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       take impotence, to name just the first.
            E
         So one time a week was
            E
         sufficiently frequent
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        an' even that required some work.
            A
        But when I'm with you
            A
     once I figure I'm through
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   an' it's time to roll over an' snore,
            D
       I'll see in your face
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          a powerful case
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        for rollin' back an' rockin' some more.

CHORUS:
            D
            Thought I could trust the
            A            
            limits of lust, but
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            didn't know how sexy you are.
            D
            Thought I sure knew what
            A
            bodies can do but
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            baby, you keep raisin' the bar.

         As I tried to say,
         it don' work that way,
         at any rate, it don' work that much,
       this hard and fast truth
          regarding parting of youth
         collided with your soft lovin' touch.
       Now, I haven't changed, no
            I'm still the same, so
            all the scraps of evidence are
            leading me to
            blame it on you,
    'cause, baby, you keep raisin' the bar.

INSTRUMENTAL CHORUS

TALKING:
        Whenever I'm downsized and out of the loop,
        and downtime - or facetime - is all I can do,
  your best practices are inspiration to me;
     you're every business cliche there can be.
   You'll empower my competencies in the core;
     you'll have me retooling to drill down some more,
          I swear I'll keep pushin' the envelope, as far
         as you can continue raisin 'the bar.

         So now that I need
    reading glasses to read,
    I'm arthritic, obese, an half-deaf,
'though I'm losin' my hair,
       an I can't climb the stair
    without stoppin' an' catchin' my breath,
        I'm showin' my age
       in a number of ways,
        but flash me that smile, an then
       your sensual appeal
         is makin' me feel
       like some horny schoolboy again.

CHORUS