Lloyd Cole Love You So What
you up and leave me cold turkey when you know i could not tie my own shoe this does not please me, no not exactly guess you do not give a damn for my love everybody knows that she's worse than religion no you do not cross a woman in love everybody knows that the turn of the season paris in the spring doesn't mean a damn thing to my baby no, no no, no you beat me up, you put me down you're slamming my name all over town guess i'm big enough to roll with the punches but you bruise me, you abuse me damn good everybody knows that she's worse than religion no you do not cross a woman in love everybody knows that the turn of the season paris in the spring doesn't do a damn thing i love you so, so much you love me so, so what i love you so, so much you love me so, so what la la la la la, la la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la la, la la la la la
