Ain't done chores now for at least 100 days, Don't do the dishes no more I just throw them away, On the corner with the radio blastin', They're throwin
Hearts are breaking now, she says I don't care (I don't care) It ain't my business, nose in the air. Hell is breaking loose, she says I don't mind (
getting high now so what can I do? The jail man took me away, On what would have been our wedding day. I'm all lost out here at the bar Playing guitar
We've always been more than just good friends, But you know we've never been an item And when he hurts you girl, Come around here to spite him I don
Well I felt so bad when I heard that song, Ya know it's been such a long long time, It's a little offbeat and it ain't in tune ya know it's just like
I was sick; I was losing my mind (yeah yeah, yeah yeah) Couldn't make it so I told her why (yeah yeah, yeah yeah) I got enough, and I'm getting hot,
Thorns in roses, (whoa whoa) That's how our love is, (and you know that) It tears me apart, when you go out, With guys that I don't know about. Well
I'm sittin' all alone in my room thinkin' about you, Your lips so sweet your hair so black your eyes so blue, Well I see you walk with another boy,
I know I should wake up in the morning, But I'm in bed till two. Heat fogs up the window, summer's over, No longer can we rendez-vous. Weeds have grown
I'm a pretender at the game of love, Need somebody help me shatter my heart. I'm a pretender at the game of love, Need somebody help me shatter my foolish
seem to fit like a tight dress You were beautiful, I was obsessed Occupy my time just to get through And try and figure out how to get you Acoustic guitar
young again And hear your sister's voice calling us home Across the open yards Well maybe we'll cut someplace of own With these drums and these guitars
chops wood, what went wrong? Local boy chops wood, wasn't too strong? One riff of his guitar He gonna change the whole scene He's a rebel romantic With
whole thing I guess, except, it's a rather sneaky way of getting into this next Of popular song which is one of those things about that magic, and romantic
snow-clad Sierra Nevada For soon it will welcome the stars while a thousand guitars Play a soft Habanera Then moonlit Granada will live again the glory of yesterday Romantic
in Paris, won't be here long But after all it's Paris, guess I'd better write a song It's so wonderful, so magical, so romantic Note to self to change
't so when you say you're gonna change you gotta be kidding tomorrow you didn't, hey hey, I'm outta here today I used to believe in, all your romantic
