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American Music Club

Apology For An Accident

When you left, you took all memory of me with

Leaving me with no hope of every being loved

And now, like the air, I'm blowing and blowing

With no hope of ever being seen

Did you hear the one about Mr. Ed?

Well, he said

"I'm this way because of the things I've seen

But I would rather count on your love instead

Daily eating my weight in hay."

And I hate to see a good thing just go to waste

Honey, it's a little weak for my taste

Well, I've been praying a lot lately

It's because I no longer have a TV

Just a fluorescent hangover to light the way

Between the things you say and the things I see

I just called you up to see if you wanted to go out

And drink a little wine

And waste some time on a roller coaster ride

But you say it's too dangerous to lead an empty life

And I hate to see all your sweet words just go to waste

But, honey, they're a little weak for my taste

Well, I'm an expert in all things that nature abhors

Your look of disgust when I touched your skin

And I try to figure what the world needs me for

So I replay the scene again and again

And I can see you try and put me in my place

Honey, that's a little weak for my taste