Jayhawks Think About It
Took her pills and her magazines Left her lying in her misery He was locked up in his room Colored pinwheels as the sirens wine down the avenue CHORUS: Think about it once Take your time don't fuss What you got to lose Everybody choose Think about it once Take your time, don't fuss All the dog-eared pages on your shell You never talk except about yourself All the red eyes in the room Tried to rearrange your world for you CHORUS Think about it once What you got to lose As he pulled his pad and scribbled "suicide" the county coroner, he shook his head from side to side He was a little less than pleased Very pale and very tired The toil of love had brought them to their knees CHORUS CHORUS Copyright (c) 1997 American Recordings
