Maybe I don't love you quite. As much as I believe I love you, baby. But don't tell me. 'Cause lovin' you's a happy state of mind. . Maybe I don't need you quite.
Tears on a pillow. Eyes on the phone. You pour all the love that you keep inside. Into a song. Like 'He's Gone'. And these are the thoughts that you keep inside.
I'm lonely and I'm looking for a husband like I do every Friday at this time. A frisky thinking whiskey drinking husband I'm looking for a husband and he's mine.
I once believed those mournful songs about when love is gone. They say you simply can't forget but now I know they're wrong. Forgetting is an easy thing for since you went away.