I Mean It

Lyrics
He turns his head, outside, the streets are dead enough We fell on the bed and suddenly, we were somewhere else Curled in your neck, arching my back, I taste you again In any embrace, there certainly is a limited view Do you think I don't mean it? Do you think I don't mean it? Do you think I don't mean it? I do I wanted you to love me as you had loved me once I was already waiting when you drove out of sight Limping, I played invalid to win you back I would've loved you so much more, you should have wanted me again Do you think I don't mean it? Do you think I don't mean it? Do you think I don't mean it? I do I wore out my last pair of shoes for you The ashtray is heaped with my response to you But the liquor cabinet is empty of all feelings for you And the streets are slick with my remorse for you Do you think I don't mean it? Do you think I don't mean it? Do you think I don't mean it? I do
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Credits
- Writers
- Benjamin Bossi
- Peter Woods
- Frank Zincavage
- Debora Iyall