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Lyrics: Dwight Yoakam. Blame The Vain. I'll Pretend.


I'll make believe that the sight of her in my head's seldom seen.
And then insist that I can't still taste the inside of her kiss.
With luck in time, I might even fool myself about those lies:
Till there's no need, I'll make believe.

I'll just pretend that she really never left me in the end.
And all night long, swear right up and down, round here, there's nothin' wrong.
With work, my mind could cause the truth to get lost or hard to find,
But until then, I'll just pretend.

Oh, how I wish you could have seen her,
Come crawlin' back a-beggin me.
'Cause if you had, I wouldn't need her,
Like I do so desperately.

I'll just pretend that she really never left me in the end.
And all night long, swear right up and down, round here, there's nothin' wrong.
With work, my mind could cause the truth to get lost or hard to find,
But until then, I'll just pretend.