

Can’t sing this song no more, can’t sing this song no more (4X)
4X: I’m
singing songs that don’t make sense no more.
They don’t make sense no more to me.
[Instrumental Break]
2X: I’m singing songs that don’t make sense to me.
They
don’t make sense to me.
Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb.
Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow
“Songs Don’t Make Sense” ups the ante, stirring in the slickly urbane feel of 1980s R&B, complete with a towering, tinny beat and a group of swaying backup singers. Then just like that, Nicole tosses in a sawing, hill-country fiddle – a final moment of offbeat experimentation on a project that is consistently propelled by them.
Nick DeRiso