Dean Friedman Lydia.
Lydia keeps my toothbrush in her apartment
And she never complains
Well hardly ever
And then jokingly she says
Boy it’s been so long since I’ve held you
I nearly gave you up for dead
I nearly gave you up for dead
I nearly gave you up for dead
Lydia, Lydia how come you understand?
I can offer you nothing at all
This is more than I had planned
Lydia, Lydia I’m at your command
At least until morning comes
Then I must be off again
I must be off again
Lydia you know how I always talk about conscious decisions
About running my own life
But maybe I’m fooling myself
It’s a role I like to play
Cause more often than not I’m down here on the corner
I’m sorry I woke you
Do you feel like some company
Babe I need a place to stay
Lydia, Lydia how come you understand?
I can offer you nothing at all
No this is more than I had planned
Lydia, Lydia I’m at your command
At least until morning comes
And I must be off again
I must be off again
Lydia, Lydia how come you understand?
I can offer you nothing at all
No this is more than I had planned
Lydia, Lydia I’m at your command
At least until morning comes
And I must be off again
I must be off again
I sleep with a woman who thinks I’m a child
Well maybe I am
And oh that wouldn’t surprise anyone
I suspect that much is true
But Lydia if you only knew just how much I love you
Did you know that I love you?
It’s the best that I can do
Lydia, Lydia how come you understand?
I can offer you nothing at all
No this is more than I had planned
Lydia, Lydia I’m at your command
At least until morning comes
And I must be off again
I must be off again
