By dean friedman
Lydia keeps my toothbrush in her apartment and she never complains.
Well, hardly ever. and then jokingly she says¡
Boy, it’s been so long since i held you, i nearly gave you up for dead. i nearly gave you up for dead. i nearly gave you up for dead.
Lydia, lydia how come you understand?
I can offer you nothing at all. this is more than i had planned.
Lydia, lydia i am at your command, at least until morning comes,
Then, i must be off again.
Lydia, you know i always talk about making conscious decisions, about running my own life. well, maybe i’m fooling myself. it’s a role i like to play.
Because more often than not i’m down here on the corner. i’m sorry i woke you. do you feel like some company? babe, i need a place to stay.
Lydia, lydia how come you understand?
I can offer you nothing at all. this is more than i had planned.
Lydia, lydia i am at your command, at least until morning comes,
Then, i must be off again.
I sleep with a woman who thinks i’m a child. well, maybe i am. no, that wouldn’t surprise anyone. i suspect that much is true.
But, lydia, if you only knew how much i love you. did you know that i love you? it’s the best that i can do.
Lydia, lydia how come you understand?
I can offer you nothing at all. this is more than i had planned.
Lydia, lydia i am at your command, at least until morning comes,
Then, i must be off again.
- Lyrics:
Lydia - Dean Friedman - Album: Well Well Said The Rocking Chair
- Artist: Dean Friedman