Christine

You're falling asleep On my shoulder in the back of your boyfriend's car We're coming home From a sermon saying how bent on evil we are I try to imagine what you're dreaming You're muttering nonsense between steady breathing I have to wake you up to get out Your man waves from the end of the drive 'til I'm in the house He can be nice, sometimes Other nights, you admit he's not what you had in mind All in all, nobody's perfect There may be better, but you don't feel worth it That's where we disagree You always wanted to raise a baby by the lake Maybe they'll grow up and never make the same mistakes Knowing you, they'd be the first kid to never hurt another I see you look at him and wonder if he'll make you a mother But if you get married, I'd object Throw my shoe at the altar and lose your respect I'd rather lose my dignity Than lose you to somebody who won't make you happy