You may live alone and close your eyes,. Some folks do. You may dream a dream that's twice your size,. All night through. When the morning comes who's to tell.
Why must you always seem to criticize me?. I seems like everything I do just turns out wrong. Why don't you come on out and despise me. So I could pack my bag and baby I'd be gone?.
You may live alone. And close your eyes some folks do. You may dream a dream. That's twice your size all night through. When the morning comes, who's to tell.