Track Title:               Julianne

Album Title:               Naked Baby Photos
Prime Artist:              Ben Folds Five
Written by:                Ben Folds
                 I met this girl, she looked like Axl Rose
                 Got drunk and took her home and we slept in our clothes
                 In the morning put my feet on the floor and thought
                 Being awake never felt like this before
                 And Julianne, y'know she wouldn't
                 Spent all day on the phone 'cause I had nothing to do
                 Got rid of Axl by the afternoon
                 Being awake never felt so clear and blue

                 That's all I knew
                 Guess that I was innocent too
                 I'll sing a song and it won't be the blues
                 I don't miss Julianne

                 A friend she told me she felt sorry for me
                 She said the truth would come crashing down on me
                 That I'd be sorry but the truth of it is
                 That I feel guilty for not giving a shit

                 I got my bag of trash
                 I got my bag of trash
                 I drag it up and down, I drag it up and down the road
                 How could she miss a man
                 Who drags a bag of trash down the road
                 This week I feel like I've been born again
                 I know that Julianne, she would have a fit
                 She'd find a reason for the things that I did
                 And give me credit for the things that I've never been

                 That's all I know
                 Guess that I was innocent too
                 I can try just as hard as I can
                 But I don't miss Julianne

                 Written by Ben Folds