Lyrics Dear Joe - Joe

Dear Joe

You showed up in your trench coat and lingerie
Caught me off guard cos all I planned on was talking
Cos last time I saw you, we were, arguing
And you said you were through
You put your finger on my lips and whispered to me please don’t say a word,
Just take it
So I put the work like a grave yard shift, didn’t plan on this morning
After
It’s like I reported down on this bed
This morning I’m waking up to this letter saying «dear joe, baby I’m done»
Would you love me and leave me cos you planned it so devious.
Thought you were bringing your love back instead it’s «dear joe, baby I’m
Done»
Now all I got left here of you is your lipstick as the signature (sincerely
Yours)
We shook the world for hours, now it’s dead silence
Don’t take your love away you know it belongs right here
I’m sexist person, no, know just how deep to go
How you like it when I grip your tie
Thought I would wake up with you sleeping in my shirt
Baby why am I reading these words
It’s like I reported down on this bed
This morning I’m waking up to this letter saying «dear joe, baby I’m done»
Would you love me and leave me cos you planned it so devious.
Thought you were bringing your love back instead it’s «dear joe, baby I’m
Done»
Now all I got left here of you is your lipstick as the signature (sincerely
Yours)
As the sun shines in on your side of the bed
I stare at that empty space where you lay
Cos kissed you beneath your waist, body and lip, tightened your grip
You said you thought that you were ready to come back to me
And after all that good loving, my question is baby why can’t we…
It’s like I reported down on this bed
This morning I’m waking up to this letter saying «dear joe, baby I’m done»
Would you love me and leave me cos you planned it so devious.
Thought you were bringing your love back instead it’s «dear joe, baby I’m
Done»
Now all I got left here of you is your lipstick as the signature (sincerely
Yours)
It’s like I reported down on this bed
This morning I’m waking up to this letter saying «dear joe, baby I’m done»
Would you love me and leave me cos you planned it so devious.
Thought you were bringing your love back instead it’s «dear joe, baby I’m
Done»
Now all I got left here of you is your lipstick as the signature (sincerely
Yours)