Lyrics

Once I believed there was a lie called love
and it lured me and locked my lone soul in a lair,
and that women’s thin bodies and long blonde locks
were the hypnotist spells that held me there —
and those creatures are cold!
or so I’ve been told
but I knew that
that old, jaded shyster was lying.
In this tie-dyed world of top-shelf tail,
what’s the use in trying,
breaking hearts and crying.

Until you find a girl,
who sees the world like you—
then I’ll tell you something, brother
know you’ll never need another
if she’s not worth lying to.

To hear her say “I love you,” every night.
To hear her say “I love you,” every night.

Wanted a woman who might mean more
than a pair of wet panties propped on my floor —
one I’ll want to know
and one I’ll want to call back again.

So, I shut my beige locker and glanced around
to find that foxes were fonder of dogs in this town,
and the woman who could love me
sat strumming in the hall.

To hear her say “I love you,” every night.
To hear her say “I love you,” every night.

Now she’s wrapped in black blankets,
eyes closed in my bed,
ribbons of hair on the gift of her head,
creasing my pillows in silent repose,
her purse and jean shorts tossed in with my clothes—
and she doesn’t need to tell me
to get up and work,
to tap these old typebars
or sing with a smirk —
‘cause I sing for her supper
and I’ll howl for mine,
she’s my diamond ring daydream
and my bottle of wine.

Now you’ve found a girl
who sees the world like you —
and I’ll tell you something, brother
know you’ll never need another
if she’s not worth lying to —

To hear her say “I love you,” every night.
To hear her say “I love you,” every night.
To hear her say “I love you,” every night.
To hear her say “I love you,” every night.
To hear her say “I love you,” every night.
To hear her say “I love you,” every night…