I don't know why I bring you around when you you star tout so dry and then decide to be quiet like an angry shout
when you consider yourself and you do consider yourself well give me something that you like if there's something you're so proud about
you're in love with someone you're gonna love 'til it's done you're in love with someone you don't like
you should have been a rich wife
now tell me is your high horse getting a little hard to ride? And your little bit on the side getting harder to find?
When you get restless at night but it's too late to start and there's nothing left to eat in this house but your heart
you should have been a rich wife
I don't know why I bring you around just to dis the art and look the part but there's a bit you're leaving out and you keep it all to yourself
but it's not the wine that brings a crowd and the crowd is not much help but you see the clouds and put your signal out and then count the notches on your belt