My fault for wondering. I read something I didn't like, or understand, or want to. I'm vowing off curiosity from this point forth. I raise my glass high to the vultures with a toast "To Dinner!". Goodbye.
Ain't it just like one of us to pick up the phone and call after a couple of drinks, And say: "How you been? I been wonderin' that maybe you've been thinkin' 'bout me." And somewhere in the conversation, an old familiar invitation always arrives, An' I may hate myself in the morning, but I'm gonna love you tonight.
Everyone's known someone that they just can't help but want; And even though we just can't make it work out, well the want-to lingers on. So once again we wind up in each other's arms, pretending that it's right, An' I may hate myself in the morning, but I'm gonna love you tonight.
I know it's wrong, but it ain't easy moving on. So why can't two friends remember the good times once again?
Instrumental break.
Tomorrow when I wake up, I'll be feeling a little guilty, an' a little sad, Thinkin' how it used to be before everything went bad. An' I guess that's what it is, in lonely late night calls like this, that we try to find; An' I may hate myself in the morning, but I'm gonna love you tonight.
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And say: "How you been? I been wonderin' that maybe you've been thinkin' 'bout me."
And somewhere in the conversation, an old familiar invitation always arrives,
An' I may hate myself in the morning, but I'm gonna love you tonight.
Everyone's known someone that they just can't help but want;
And even though we just can't make it work out, well the want-to lingers on.
So once again we wind up in each other's arms, pretending that it's right,
An' I may hate myself in the morning, but I'm gonna love you tonight.
I know it's wrong, but it ain't easy moving on.
So why can't two friends remember the good times once again?
Instrumental break.
Tomorrow when I wake up, I'll be feeling a little guilty, an' a little sad,
Thinkin' how it used to be before everything went bad.
An' I guess that's what it is, in lonely late night calls like this, that we try to find;
An' I may hate myself in the morning, but I'm gonna love you tonight.
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