Ain't it just like one of us to pick up the phone
And call after a couple of drinks
And say "How've you been"
And wonderin' that maybe you've been thinkin' about me
And somewhere in the conversation
An old familiar invitation always arrives
And I may hate myself in the morning
But I'm gonna love you tonight
Everyone's known someone that they just can't help but want
And even though they just can't make it work out
Well the ones who linger on
So once again we wind up in each other's arms
Pretending that it's right
And I may hate myself in the morning
But I'm gonna love you tonight
I know it's wrong,
But it ain't easy moving on
So why can't two friends remember the good times once again?
Tomorrow when I wake up
I'll be feeling a little guilty, a little sad
Thinkin' how it used to be before everything went bad
I guess that's what it is
And late night calls like this that we try to find
And I may hate myself in the morning
But I'm gonna love you tonight
But I'm gonna love you tonight.
....:l dedicated to lost memories of naduha 2005- 2008
2 comments:
The human condition is ironic, isn't it? :-)
yes it is
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