Brian B. - 4 Lyrics

I heard three dogs on the radio
Tell me a little lie
They said that number one it is
The loneliest of its kind

To say one is the loneliest
I'm not sure that's true
At least it's not the only one
That can cut, cut a heart in two

One's lonely all by one's self
But two of those make two
And two's a happy pair
Never alone and never blue

But two of those twos together
Now it gets a little hard
To figure out just how to write
Those numbers on a card

Two's quite happy on its own
But one wants a little more
Two and two they find each other
And the end result is four

Now one it lives in solitude
And two lives in the sky
Three can come to terms
But four, four just lives a lie

Four will never be content
Watching the others in their prime
It takes two then divides
And then the pain just multiplies

And that's why I've been thinking
That the three dogs tell a lie
One might make you lonely
But one never says goodbye

Four will never be content
Watching the others in their prime
It takes two then divides
And then the pain, the pain just multiplies

And that's why I've been thinking
That the three dogs tell a lie
One might make you lonely
But one never, ever says goodbye