Brian Burns - To Make A Long Story Short Lyrics
Brian Burns Lyrics
To Make A Long Story Short Lyrics
Well, I guess the whole thing started when she asked me if she looked fat in her new jeans, and I guess she didnt want an honest answer. She spent the next few hours givin me the silent treatment,
then she drug me off to Fort Worth to her family reunion, there accusing me of flirting with her cousin from Miami with the spike heels and the boob job, and in front of everybody she blew up and started yellin, so I turned and took off walkin. After awhile she drove right by me and she gave me the finger
No matter what I do, I just cant win for losin,
and God knows Im tired of listenin to her cuss and carry on,
and the truth is, I dont want to talk about it anymore;
to make a long story short, shes gone.
Let me tell you bout the night last week I stopped here at the beer joint after work, and she was waitin by the front door when I got home... her and her oldest sister, whos on several medications, kept me up till way past daylight with a self-righteous lecture. Well, far be it from a guy like me to dwell on family problems, hey, Id never slap a woman, but you dont bring up my mama. Her sister called the police, and the neighbors saw the whole thing, either while it was in progress or that afternoon on TV
No matter what I do, I just cant win for losin,
and God knows Im tired of listenin to her cuss and carry on,
and the truth is, I dont want to talk about it anymore;
to make a long story short, shes gone.
Well, I love her, but I guess that doesnt count for much in her eyes,
and I know you didnt really want to hear this much about it, so Ill shut up now, except to say that if shed never listened to her stupid friends, we never would have had that many problems. She dont want me stayin home, she dont want me goin fishin, man, I tell you indecision may or may not be her problem. Did I mention it all started when she asked me if she looked fat in her new jeans? Well, I guess I didnt give it due reflection
No matter what I do, I just cant win for losin,
and I guess I shouldnt blame her, hell, Im better off alone,
and the truth is, hey bartender, could you bring out one more round?
To make a long story short, shes gone.
then she drug me off to Fort Worth to her family reunion, there accusing me of flirting with her cousin from Miami with the spike heels and the boob job, and in front of everybody she blew up and started yellin, so I turned and took off walkin. After awhile she drove right by me and she gave me the finger
No matter what I do, I just cant win for losin,
and God knows Im tired of listenin to her cuss and carry on,
and the truth is, I dont want to talk about it anymore;
to make a long story short, shes gone.
Let me tell you bout the night last week I stopped here at the beer joint after work, and she was waitin by the front door when I got home... her and her oldest sister, whos on several medications, kept me up till way past daylight with a self-righteous lecture. Well, far be it from a guy like me to dwell on family problems, hey, Id never slap a woman, but you dont bring up my mama. Her sister called the police, and the neighbors saw the whole thing, either while it was in progress or that afternoon on TV
No matter what I do, I just cant win for losin,
and God knows Im tired of listenin to her cuss and carry on,
and the truth is, I dont want to talk about it anymore;
to make a long story short, shes gone.
Well, I love her, but I guess that doesnt count for much in her eyes,
and I know you didnt really want to hear this much about it, so Ill shut up now, except to say that if shed never listened to her stupid friends, we never would have had that many problems. She dont want me stayin home, she dont want me goin fishin, man, I tell you indecision may or may not be her problem. Did I mention it all started when she asked me if she looked fat in her new jeans? Well, I guess I didnt give it due reflection
No matter what I do, I just cant win for losin,
and I guess I shouldnt blame her, hell, Im better off alone,
and the truth is, hey bartender, could you bring out one more round?
To make a long story short, shes gone.
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