No it doesn't make me look like a million bucks
No, not even close, you see
That is not my color, dear, and it never was
You should know that after thirty-seven years
There are days when I regret the hour we met
But I know I'd be lost out on my own
I'm tired
Please take me home
Sometimes when I wake up I feel so light and free
Then I turn and see you lying next to me
Can't remember when I last spent the night away
Come to think of it, I can't think of the day