You wouldn't know what to say to yourself Love is a poverty you couldn't sell Misery waits in vague hotels To be evicted Oh, when they beat upon a broken guitar And all the streets, they reek of tropical charms The embassies lie in hideous shards Where

But I sure know what to say: I love you I wanna love you in the morning Love you in the evening too Once in a while I pop around Now I may not be familiar with your language But I sure would like to cross over your bridge Said I may not dress in style as

Everything you gave Stay with me Did I say that I need you? Did I say that I want you? What if I did and I'm a fool you see No one knows this more than me Nothing you would take Yes I understand That every life must end

It was pretty in May, but it died in June I watched her go After she planted her love in the top soil And from the top soil an iris bloomed If I could be just one thing I would be what you’re craving Six foot three with steel blue eyes Sweep you off of

The truth comes out a little at a time And it spreads just like a fire Hey white liar Slips off of your tongue like turpentine And I don't know why, white liar You better be careful what you do I wouldn't wanna be in your shoes If they ever found you out

If teardrops could be bottled There'd be swimming pools filled by models Told a tight dress is what makes you a whore If "I love you" was a promise Would you break it, if you're honest Tell the mirror what you know she's heard before I don't wanna be you

Somehow to believe In the choice I made Am I better off this way? I can hear the voice inside my head Saying you should be with me instead Every time I'm feeling down, I wonder What would it be like with you around? And I want, I need I was only a kid

Than live my life on my knees As far as I remember I’d rather die on my feet It was a thing to forgive and forget You said that you would let go But I guess you didn’t mean what you said Now it’s time to surrender Because I don’t want to live with regret

You don't like players That's what you say-a But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller Without girls like you When you walk in the bar And you dressed like a star Rockin' your F me pumps And the men

If I was your mother, mother If I was your mother Tell me what I got to do To make my life mean more to you I could get so close it's true Tell me who I got to be To make you a part of me Would you let me hold your hand Would you say you were my baby