I'm going on a date tonight
To try to fall out of love with you
I know, I know, this is a crime
But I don't know what else to doMy love, you're in a magazine
My love, you're doing fine, you're on tv
You work hard and then you run away
From chicago to cleveland you made me pay
You made me payWhen you're lucid, you're the sweetest thing
I would trade my mother to hear you sing
When you're lucid, you're the sweetest thing
I would trade my mother
On the bus radio
50 ways to leave your lover, oh no
I laughed at the irony
But like the stupid, the irony got lost on me
It got lost on meWhen you're lucid, you're the sweetest thing
I would trade my mother to hear you sing
When you're lucid, you're the sweetest thing
I would trade my motherYou challenged me to write a love song
Here it is I think I got it wrong
I focused on the negative
The pain was too much of an incentive
Always my incentive
When you're lucid, you're the sweetest thing
I would trade my mother to hear you sing
When you're lucid, you're the sweetest thing
I would trade my mother to hear you song
When you're lucid, you're the sweetest thing
I would trade my mother to hear you sing
When you're lucid, you're the sweetest thing
I would trade my mother
But she don't know just how far i'd go
Would I walk for a hundred miles for a glimpse of your northern smile?
Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.
