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