キー: C major•
Verse 1
As you laid spread out
on the Sunday paper
Looked like the crime scene
I wrapped myself up in it,
Placed on a dinner room
table in Brooklyn
Before an older couple surrounded
by family and friends
It flies back to you giving dollars
To homeless men down in
Not before they convinced you
I could never convince you baby
Verse 2
Verse 3
Chinese takeout
On the dampened bedsheets
I woke up in a cold sweat
and realized
You always said why bother
We have cuisines of the world
Verse 4
back in Nashville
We shared the poo poo platter
You enjoyed it with such gusto
We would have many happy meals together
Maybe even Brooklyn
That was way back then
And I was just another guy
Verse 5
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