No, you didn't leave I kicked you out I couldn't believe That the came out my mouth
You hardly believe you heard yourself, discuss And you packed up all things And you said to us
Tell me is in the way In the way of my love for me what is in the way In the way of my love for
Hafta get it outta of the way of my Hafta get it outta of the way of my
And now, there's nothing left to And the screen says 'Fini' And each in separate rooms We cry
And every day, we Down each holes Two strippers 'round two poles
Tell me is in the way In the way of my love for me what is in the way In the way of my for you?
Yeah, there's something in the way of my for you Yeah, there's in the way of my love
So we took down all the And we took down all the walls Packed up our Piled in the hall
Yeah, we bagged our it to the curb And then we stood there And we there undeterred
we were done clinging To the things we were to lose And the thing left Was a breathtaking
You at me And I at you And we said, "How now What you do?"
Now something in the way In the way of my for you Now something in the way In the way of my for you
I to get it out the way Out the way of my for you I to get it out the way Out the way of my for you
No, you just leave No, you didn't leave No, you didn't just No, you just leave