Letras
I hate singing these love songs
I don't think I could write one more
Making them can be so tough
Since they're not even there no more
Cause loves like a sheet
To the wind when its lost
But we've made our beds
Wish you well, sending love
I don't need to read love poems
About the first time that our lips first touched
It's funny how it gets real old
Hearing about when our hands first brushed
And I think that it does no good
Making stories from lovе that's passed
But the intros are so good
Makеs you wonder how it ends sad
Cause loves like a sheet
To the wind when its lost
But we've made our beds
Wish you well, sending love