Lyrics

I like the way that your accent slips out
every third or fourth word that you say to me
I like the way you don’t put lipstick on your lips
‘cause you’re not given into feeble fits of vanity

You walk, you talk, you smile
the wind blows through your hair
Oh, turn my head don’t stare
you look, you’re on to me

I think that we should make it clear
that I’ve got motives, you’ve got moves
so let’s not dance around the issue, dear
I’ve met your man, but he’s not here
and I don’t see a ring upon that precious finger
so I’ll linger near

But my best behavior can’t bring
me up from the ground
there’s not a word that I have found
to bring you ‘round

You don’t love me, you don’t love me, you don’t love me
You don’t love me, you don’t love me, you don’t love me

I walk into the bar and fall for the bartender
wishing I could see some more of that tattoo tonight
She calls me “baby,” calls me “honey,” calls me “sweetie”
takes my money and my tip and then she’s out of sight

Salt on the napkin keeps the glass from sticking there
but I can’t find the salt to pry my eyes
from her beautiful red hair

She don’t love me, she don’t love me, she don’t love me
She don’t love me, she don’t love me, she don’t love me

All we are is half the love we find
We get lost and tossed upon the cross
all penitent for peace of mind

As long as I don’t lose my place in line
I will patiently be waiting for you anytime

If you could see me, you would love me
If I could shake this cloud above me
You and me, love, we’d go out tonight
I’m not a man of obfuscation
I don’t read GQ or Maxim, but you know baby
I would treat you right

And you maybe might be, slightly
totally inclined
Well, that’s just fine, no I don’t mind
some other time

You don’t love me, you don’t love me, you don’t love me
You don’t love me, you don’t love me, you don’t love me

Clint Alphin
© 2015