John Hiatt — Poor Imitation Of God

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I’m a poor imitation of God
I’m a poor imitation of God
I’m a poor imitation of God
I’m a poor imitation of God

I can do the devil in my sleep
All the day waitin’ for my midnight creep
If you love me don’t expect a lot
I’m a poor imitation of God
I’m a poor imitation of God
I’m a poor imitation of God
I’m a poor imitation of God

Well I can steal your heart from you
Hide it in my walkin’ shoes
Leave before the band gets hard
I’m a poor imitation of God
I’m a poor imitation of God
I’m a poor imitation of God
I’m a poor imitation of God

I do better, I do better on my own
Like a sick dog, like a sick dog, ain’t got no home
Onto Thine image made
But on that day the mold was broken, I’m afraid

‘Cause I’m a poor imitation of God
I’m a poor imitation of God
I’m a poor imitation of God
I’m a poor imitation of God

I’m a poor imitation of God
Cobras comin’ outta my eyes
Land of a thousand dances and the chancesSharkskin will materialize

Well I’m a poor imitation of God
But there ain’t nobody else
Can’t you see girl I’m tryna love ya
When I can’t even love myself

I’m a poor imitation of God
I’m a poor imitation of God
I’m a poor imitation of God
I’m a poor imitation of God