When the song became my favorite song I wrote the list, it sat on top For weeks it pushed the others down down But I never reached the bottom, of the list And I would cry and cry, cause it would lie and lie And i would cry and cry, cause it would lie and lie
"fast forward one month"
When the song became my favorite song I wrote that list with it on top For weeks it pushed my favorite song down Second, third, and fifth, (but) I never reached the end of that list
Time has torn that list to pieces, I know And I would cry and cry, cause it had lied and lied And I would cry and cry, cause it had lied and lied
Why did that song have to lie to me? Why couldent the beat just deliver? It was the wrong song as long as the list went on It was the wrong song as long as the list went on It was the wrong song as long as the list went on It was the wrong song as long as the list went on It was the wrong song as long as the list went on It was the wrong song as long as the list went on It was the wrong song as long as the list went on It was the wrong song as long as the list went on It was the wrong song as long as the list went on
For years I put my faith in print As if the truth could be discovered there My list could hold my sole intact Like paintings, like photographs
Why did my song have to lie to me? Why couldent the beat just deliver? It was the wrong song as long as the list went on It was the wrong song as long as the list went on It was the wrong song as long as the list went on It was the wrong song as long as the list went on It was the wrong song as long as the list went on
And I never should have put my favorite song on the list I never should have put my favorite song on the list I never should have put my favorite song on the list I never should have put my favorite song on the list I never should have put my favorite song on the list I never should have put my favorite song on the list