the odds of loving you

lying

i caught you doing it

crying

you had to ruin it

i was up on my high horse

taking notes and naming names

you were sniffling and a snuffling

fogging up your window pane

i rode in on my high horse

ran out like a dog in shame

you

got ways to dealing with me

i

i don't like feeling

but you keep me on the front stove

and right before i blow my top

well you school me and you cool me

baby

don't you ever stop

seven nights of heaven

eleven days of who shot who

seven come eleven

i like the odds of loving you

i

i like the gravy

but you

you want to save me

from myself and i keep thinking

of all the nights i spend alone

well i'm stubborn and i'm stupid

baby

would you please come home

seven nights of heaven

eleven days of who shot who

seven come eleven

i like the odds of loving you

i like the odds of loving you

babe

i like the odds of loving you