My Idea

Well, I see that we're coming to the end of the affair

And well there's one final favor to ask of you, my dear

Can we pretend that it was you on the receiving end

And tell our friends that it was my idea

I can't adjust to the life of endless afternoon

Which one of us lives in this room

I take a bus to the clinic every Thursday

But the experts won't know what the fuck to do

So if you hear someone calling at the bottom of the stairs

Will you sing a song to me in a voice that I can hear

Can we pretend that it was you on the receiving end

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written by MORGAN, TOM / BROKAW, CHRISTOPHER J.

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