I Took Her Love for Granted

Hope was propping me up when I met her,

As soon as I saw her I wanted to taste her lips,

So I did,

I was ecstatic for at least six weeks, oh,

Hope was placed in her hands when she caught me she asked me if it hurt,

I told her 'Christ it did.'

And it did,

When she left me every morning, oh,

I feel beautiful when she says I am beautiful,

But she is more beautiful.

I feel heavenly when she says I am heavenly,

But she is more heavenly.

Can't feel disappointed when her hips are that wide but I still feel lonely and screwed up inside,

And the taste of her tongue, it makes me wish I'd given up smoking,

She was a big, big girl she had big ideas,

Like how my heart should be free but I don't want it to be,

I want her, here beside me.