not to find the peculiarities in her heart
there were broken pieces underneath it
trip it to the back of my mind
but she would never let ya
jesus christ you must be joking
sunday morning drinking black tea
and you're just leading the way
take her out on sunday you'll be home by monday
like you did in 1986 with this
it's tragic you be straight erotic though you never said it
she knows you always thought it
why's it never the same for me?
before we were just emotionally tragical
and listen to what my mind is making
a bed that's not worth a lay in
a story that's not worth relaying
take her out on sunday you'll be home by monday
like you did in 1986 with this
it's tragic you be straight erotic though you never said it
why's it never the same for me?
it's not a word you feel is familiar
for you it's just about me and me
sailing in your shallow water
you're drowning in your gin and tonic
take her out on sunday you'll be home by monday
like you did in 1986 with this
it's tragic you be straight erotic though you never said it
she knows you always thought it
cos you're just wasting your time
why's it never the same for me?