28 acessos
can you believe it
i won no medals
in this love game
i've been resting on my laurels
i'm a bad loser
i'm a yard off my pace
i smell rubber
and i soon discover
that you're gone for good
my indiscretions made a bad impression
guess i was misunderstood
i thought you needed my lovin'
but its my heart that you stole
i thought you wanted my money
but you plundered my soul
i started asking around
but ya friends pretty lips were sealed
i wrote a letter full of trite confessions about wounds that heal
i heard some gossip
you become an alcoholic
you were dryin' out
so i phoned every clinic
in the yellow pages
not a trace I found
i thought you needed my lovin'
but its my heart that you stole
i thought you wanted my money
but you plundered my soul
i hate quittin'
but i'm close to admittin'
i'm a sorry case
but on quiet reflection
my sad rejections not total disgrace
but i do miss your quick repartee
and the smile that lights up your face
but you'll be a hard act to follow
a bitter pill to swallow
you'll be tough, you'll be tough to replace
i thought you wanted my lovin'
but its my heart that you stole
you're the one trick up my sleeve
my ace in the hole
i thought you wanted my money
but you plundered my soul
oh plundered my soul