Something strikes me as wrong
I think Christine might have known all along
It feels like '89 in my heart but '69 in my head
She came home about three
Smelling just like a brewery
She's got a generous way it would seem
But it's not meant for me
I will make her love me
I will make her love me
I will make her love me
For both our good
For both our good
If she's not thinking of me
Then why do I think she'll love me?
I guess I think she'll love me
For both our good
For both our good
Christine's got cloth in her ears
I said it once and I said it clear
I want no more screwing around it's embarra**ing me
It would be nice to hear it from her
Cause I hear it from my friends and it's getting absurd
They say, "Haven't you got any pride?"
They don't know what she's like