Irving 歌词

Darling, do you talk to Irving when you're here alone? What are all these calls to Irvine on the telephone? Just then that phone rang; as I picked it up I knew I handed it to her and said "It's Irving, dear, for you" I'd stolen her away from Irving many years before But she still dreams of Irving; she wants Irving more and more It's Irving over breakfast, Irving through the day Even when we're making love There's Irving in the way She's got Irving inside her and Irving won't come out Though there's nothing about Irving to write home about When I hold her and we kiss It's Irving that and Irving this Her six-letter word for bliss is Irving She does not feel strongly about Ogden or Eugene Norman, Austin, Gary, Jackson, Hannibal or Dean Rochester, Pierre, Orlando, Sherman, Grant or Lee Marlin, Milton, Bradley, Homer, Troy, St. Paul or me Every night I wail and weep She mumbles "Iirngg" in her sleep How'd it get in her so deep, this Irving? I've always thought that Irving was featureless and bland But Irving has a hold on her that I can't understand They'll always be together even when they're miles apart She's got I-R-V-I-N-G tatooed on her heart She's got Irving inside her and Irving's there to stay "Irving, Irving, Irving, Irving'"s all that she would say Though my heart was broken I heard the word she'd spoken I bought her a bus token back to Irving The bus was silver, I was blue As I bid my love adieu And I sadly sent her back to Irving