I don't know, I
I think it was the right thing to do
You were really killing me inside
Feel like I couldn't be myself
Pick up the phone, baby
I know you're home, baby
I just want you alone, baby
And when I get home maybe
We can get back to the things we do
Go back to the things we like
The way you like your apple pie
And the way I like your cherry pie
You're glowing like a queen
I thought this was a dream
Is this really what it seems?
Is it happening to me?