Из альбома: It's Your Weakness That I Want
They were made for each other,
at least the TV told her so.
It's just another night in Sydney
under an FM radio,
playing songs of innocent and un requited love.
The look on his face said honey,
what are you thinking of?
She said you just sit there quoting lines
from the irresistable Oscar Wilde,
because your own attempts at modern verse
lack all the romance of an Irish curse.
She said "Let's hit up the opera house,
if you can think of nothing better."
He said "I've never been one to think at all."
She said "I think I realized that when I read your first love letter,
but it never bothered me at all.
Because we were made of each other,
at least the TV told me so."
It's just another Sunday morning on a Waltons episode,
Mary Ellen said love, hey love, It's just a real good feeling.
When I say "I love you, baby" guess that's what I've been meaning.
But you just sit there quoting lines
from the irresistable Oscar Wilde,
becuause your own attempts at modern verse
lack all the romance of an Irish curse.
You might win your beauty queen
if not through love, through sympathy.
But I know your poets dead,
It's your weakness that I want instead.
They drove all night in their 67 Chevy
until the sun came up upon their love,
and he broke the silence
before it got to heavy when he said,
"Darling what are you thinking of?"
And she said "Maybe someday we'll get to know eachother,
maybe then I'll find out who you are."
And he said "I can tell you right now dear
I'm the son of my mother,
and I'm sitting right beside you in this car."
But you just sit there quoting lines
from the irresistable Oscar Wilde,
because your own attempts at modern verse
lack all the romance of an Irish curse.
You might win your beauty queen
if not through love, through sympathy.
But I know your poets dead
It's your weakness that I want instead.
I know your poets dead
It's your weakness that I want instead.
They were made for each other,
at least the TV told her so.
It's just another night in Sydney
under an FM radio,
playing songs of innocent and un requited love.
The look on his face said honey,
what are yout thinking of?