| It�s a worn & tired old clich� You know I love you Just not that way You strum your strings & drive your car Smoke cigarettes, make avatars Stay up late to hear me rant & rave You�re a gentle lamb & three feet thick A holy man & quite a prick Haven�t met a soul you wouldn�t save It�s a worn and tired old clich� We�re so in love Just not that way No kisses, just a warm embrace No flowers, just the words I need No rings, just the time you spend No lover, just my one true friend No kisses, but a warm embrace No flowers, but the words I need No rings, but the time you spend No lover, but my one boy friend -evil, toronto- |
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