Itand's not the clothes that she borrows
Just call me out - you know iand'll follow
Back thru the backdoor into june
Luck will sleep the october june
Sometimes in deep thought iand'm 31
Sheand's wanting kids
Sounds like fun,
Iand'll teach them to sing along
Sure beats the end of a smoking gun
And i know that god exists
Because i feel him sometimes
When she takes up the sheets
Or my telephone lines, but
When iand'm home she says:
andquot;baby youand're a lie...andquot;
andquot;youand're not really here.andquot;
andquot;youand've gone away...andquot;
