The Sweetest Thing
I'm going on a date tonightTo try to fall out of love with youI know, I know, this is a crimeBut I don't know what else to do
My love, you're in a magazineMy love, you're doing fine, you're on TVYou wore my heart out then you ran awayFrom Chicago to Cleveland you made me payYou made me pay
When you're lucid, you're the sweetest thingI would trade my mother to hear you singWhen you're lucid, you're the sweetest thingI would trade my mother
On the bus radio"50 ways to leave your lover", oh noI laughed at the ironyBut like a stupid, the irony got lost on meIt got lost on me
When you're lucid, you're the sweetest thingI would trade my mother to hear you singWhen you're lucid, you're the sweetest thingI would trade my mother
You challenged me to write a love songHere it is I think I got it wrongI focused on the negativeThe pain was too much of an incentiveAlways my incentive
When you're lucid, you're the sweetest thingI would trade my mother to hear you singWhen you're lucid, you're the sweetest thingI would trade my mother to hear you songWhen you're lucid, you're the sweetest thingI would trade my mother to hear you singWhen you're lucid, you're the sweetest thingI would trade my motherBut she don't know just how far I'd goWould I walk for a hundred miles for a glimpse of your northern smile?