We found a house with a big yard And moved all of my things And most of your things, in And honey I was proud of it Honey I was proud of, you
You quote the Good Book, When it's convenient But you don't have the sense No you don't have the sense To tie your tangled tongue Instead you're slashing through the mud
Some boxes, that Hand-me-down couch, and chair That used to be at your church We borrowed them from there A cabinet record player with nothing but James Taylor Two carpets from the corner store Cover the hardwood floor I'd be a fool to ask for more...
You quote the Good Book, When it's convenient But you don't have the sense No you don't have the sense To tie your tangled tongue Instead you're slashing through the mud
You quote the Good Book, When it's convenient But you don't have the sense No you don't have the sense To tie your tangled tongue Instead you're slashing through the mud
And honey i was proud of you Instead you're slashing through the mud
The love you had was good enough The past that we were stuck between But so much stuff must go tonight, Oh Lord, what have I done?
You quote the Good Book, When it's convenient But you don't have the sense No you don't have the sense To tie your tangled tongue Instead you're slashing through the mud Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.