Letra de The Odds Of Loving You

Lying I caught you doing it Crying You had to ruin it I was Up on my high horse Taking notes And naming names You were Sniffling and snuffling Fogging up your window panes I rode in on my high horse Ran out like a dog in shame You Got ways of dealing with me I I don’t like feeling But you Keep me on the front stove And right before I blow my top You school me me and you cool me Baby, don't you ever stop Seven nights of Heaven Eleven days of who shot who Seven come eleven I like the odds of loving you I I like the gravy But you You want to save me From myself And I keep thinking Of all the nights I spend alone I'm stubborn and I'm stupid Baby would you please come home Seven nights of Heaven Eleven days of who shot who Seven come eleven I like the odds of loving you