Reg

By the time you get this grouch You will have cover And all the lazy lovers in your path Have their own rhymes And the sound You will discover Is phonier than the hostesses laugh Could I have loved you more? Could I have changed my score? Well did you think I wore rejection well? A love note on fire Well did your heart get tired? And now you're one more story I can tell By the time you get this face It will be drying on all your windows and your walls And the fumes when they stink Will have you crying But I can't hear you now at all