Lesson #163 Lyrics

I saw the pictures of your new house

That you bought, online

It makes me bitter even though

It's not nice as mine

It's just one story; this is one story

That's growing old

Truth be told, so am I

And that's why I stole

The bicycle that you told them

Not to leave outside

It represents a country life

That could be yours and mine

It makes me nervous

When I see your happy family

Is it just crazy

That their coziness just crushes me?

I saw your daughter's magic marker

Marking on your leg

When you wore

Your cut-off jeans on that first Summer day

When you used to wrap

Those slinky legs around me

I didn't think that one day

They'd be mainly running errands

You posted pictures of the new house

That you bought, online

It makes me crazy

Even though it's not as nice as mine

And they all said

We couldn't gotten one hell of a deal

And that price in this market

Is considered quite a steal

They only thing

They ever talk about is equity

But to my timid ears

It just sounds more like death to me

New house, new home

Get milk, get a loan

You sleep in all the time

You drink tea once in a while

Do you really want to know

What makes the world go 'round?

It has no choice

Just like we couldn't find a middle ground

You're the wild hare

That hopped to far and then hopped out

Somehow before I did

And then you just settled down.