| Well, there’s nothing more to add before I leave
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| This thing of ours is dead, but don’t you grieve
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| Is it me, or are they younger every night?
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| Just because they can doesn’t make it alright
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| I’m hanging by my teeth
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| Waiting on quick relief
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| While the kids don’t sleep for days
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| I could die in a hundred odd ways
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| And I’m so sick of hearing how your love for this has died
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| But don’t tell me you could do it if you tried
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| It’s a shame or a sham, he’s half as old as I am
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| But don’t tell me he could look good if he tried
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| Well, it terrifies the life from out of me
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| It’s really such a lazy way to be
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| Hiding in the bedroom
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| Climbing up the walls
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| You’ve got to kick it out of me gently
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| Til it begs and pleads and crawls
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| And I’m so sick of hearing how your love for this has died
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| But don’t tell me you could do it if you tried
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| It’s a shame or a sham, he’s half as old as I am
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| But don’t tell me he could look good if he tried
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| And I’m so sick of hearing how your love for this has died
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| But don’t tell me you could do it if you tried
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| It’s a shame or a sham, he’s half as old as I am
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| But don’t tell me he could look good if he tried
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| And would you make sure my mother gets half my weight in gold?
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| Tell her I just did what I was told
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| Grab you expensive coat, and bury it inside
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| But don’t tell me you could do it if you tried |