Lyrics

We're taking turns a-starin' down at the floor As you tiptoe through the process of putting butter on your toast Bedraggled and bewildered are two 'b's that we share While last night's empty barrels are lingering in the air Too good to be true... if such a thing could ever be Too much time to fix on every screw that's a-shakin' free Too ready to run down such a winning bet But it's too soon for sundown to come down yet The other night you asked me if we would share some kin Which set me right to wondering 'bout the shape I'd be in Rephrasing and reframing into the night no end While this youngster is needing just to be held again Too good to be true... if such a thing could ever be Too much time to fix on every screw that's a-shakin' free Too ready to run down such a winning bet But it's too soon for sundown to come down yet Cause it don't take a chainsaw to cut us to the quick A lazy little word or two with tone will do the trick Those triggers that we talk about in the calm and the cool Look a lot like decorations when we start to talk like fools Well there's been some problems, sad to say so Those little rough notes, they come and they go Cause if I've been one thing, more than one time or two It's a hell of a challenge for a fine gal like you Too good to be true... if such a thing could ever be Too much time to fix on every screw that's a-shakin' free Too ready to run down such a winning bet But it's too soon for sundown to come down yet
Writer(s): Morgan Pendleton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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