Oh, Maggie, I couldn't have tried any more You led me away from home Just to save you from being alone Wake up, Maggie I think I got something to say to you It's late September and I really should be back at school I know I keep you amused, but I feel

Said that it's all right (baby it's all right) Baby shake that thing (baby shake that thing) When you see me in misery, come on baby see about me And-a I wanna know Hey (hey) ho (ho) hey (hey) ho (ho) hey (hey) ho (ho) Say it one more time yeah (just one

Stronger than yesterday Now it's nothing but my way My loneliness ain't killing me no more I, I'm stronger I, I'm stronger Ooh hey, yeah Hush, just stop There's nothing you can do or say, baby I've had enough

Oh, Maggie, I couldn't have tried any more You led me away from home Just to save you from being alone Wake up, Maggie I think I got something to say to you It's late September and I really should be back at school I know I keep you amused, but I feel

Love don't live here anymore You abandoned me Just a vacancy When you lived inside of me There was nothing I could conceive That you wouldn't do for me Trouble seemed so far away You changed that right away, baby Just emptiness and memories

Bigger houses, faster cars yes Friday nights and whiskey friends Tell her second chance's a second wind Just one more candle then you tell yourself Twenty something Twenty something, buying coffee you can't afford Making love is keeping score You're

Spell the rest for me The perfect rhythm for the melody We just need one more letter, come on, come on now Well I must be sipping on something tonight Honestly, you got me out of my mind, my mind You've got me talking about L.O.V I know that you could be

Why can't we be friends, when we are lovers? 'Cause it always ends with us hating each other Instead of calling me out you should be pulling me in I've just got one more thing to say And irony is okay, I suppose Culture is to blame You try and mask your

Walk on down When you're shit outta luck There's just one thing to do and that's You gotta walk on down You wonder why you got holes in your shoes You wonder why they got more money than you You wonder why you got nothin' to lose It makes no sense, don't

They taped over your mouth Scribbled out the truth with their lies Your little spies Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone Just the one two of us is counting on That never happens, I guess I'm dreaming again Crush, crush, crush, crush, crush (one,