she don't like The Way Up but she loves to be so high
my lonely lady will you tell me why
"i've got more important things to think about than" me
oh hungry baby
who you want to be?
oh woe
what has become of us
to make this disgrace become of you
and oh
how i wanted us
but you just wanted you
hang the mistletoe and let your beacon into night
hey now honey having heaven lite
call the dogs and place your pie upon the window sill
now every ronnys got a place to chill
oh woe
what must have become of me
to make this disgrace become of you
and oh how much i wanted this to be
but you just wanted you