While looking at this song, I’m going to have to compare it to the lyrics in the first version of the song that appeared on the Destroyer Sessions collection of demos. This song was the same structurally and instrumentally, but there is quite the difference in the lyrics. Before I get started, I’d like to say I’m more than just a little disappointed that the only time it was performed live (as far as I know) was the hard rock version shot in the room full of Christmas lights around the time of the Easy Tiger release. (note: I know “Hey There, Mrs. Lovely”, as the song was previously known, made some appearances live back in the day)
With the differences, let’s start with the first verse. In the officially released version, he sings “I’m the Matchbox Cars you buy and burn in your backyard”, but in HTML the line is: “I’m the plastic three-inch armies you destroy.” They’re both followed with the awesome line “I’m the monster underneath your bed you ain’t afraid of yet.” It’s like he’s saying that he’s going to cause problems for this girl, but right now she only sees the good in him. That’ll change, though… For the better first verse, I’m going with “Hey There, Mrs. Lovely.”
The second verse differs quite a bit. “Hey There, Mrs. Lovely” goes like this:
You used to only want your two front teeth
Yeah, Christmastime, It came, It went
And you ended up with me
We started playing Twister with our tonuges
We probably should’ve scrapped the game and gave ourselves some hugs
“These Girls” is entirely different.
I used to pick up shells cast off the reef
One Christmas I got a funeral
And they handed me the receipt
How many lies I tell without my tongue
Get twisted into memories ’til I believe in some
This one isn’t so easy. The line about “playing Twister with our tongues” is pretty weak, but I prefer the first half of the second verse from “Hey There, Mrs. Lovely.” They’re both enjoyable songs, but I can only imagine how amazing it would be if the highlights from each were combined into one. While there are some other differences between the two, like the chorus (“Dry your eyes with cinnamon and pears” confuses the hell out of me… Seriously…) I’ll stay absolutely content with having both versions. After all, you can never have too much Ryan Adams…