Peter Bogdanovich

Everything is boring, every day, there's more nothing to do My daddy didn't love me, so I guess I moved on to you Now everything is better since you came around I found someone fun that won't let me down The only thing separating you from me is a screen And some wedding ring I like you, Peter I wish you were a wife-leaver, a wife-leaver I'm sure you need her But you could make a right cheater, a right cheater Oh, barriers and levels couldn't box me in I get the 1960 cut of your jib I like you, Peter I wish you were a wife-leaver We could go to dinner and pretend to not see that ball and chain She'll slip under the table when she hears I'm in the paper Or sound of my name 'Cause she has everything I never got A big sense of self, a good stack of odds And when she combs my hair, it feels like I can't breathe I wonder what it means I like you, Peter I wish you were a wife-leaver, a wife-leaver I'm sure you need her But you could make a right cheater, a right cheater Oh, barriers and levels couldn't box me in I get the 1960 cut of your jib I like you, Peter I wish you were a wife-leaver I like you, Peter I wish you were a wife-leaver (Peter, Peter, Peter, ah) (Peter, Peter, Peter, ah) (Peter, Peter, Peter, ah) (Peter, Peter, Peter, ah) I like you, Peter (Peter, Peter, Peter, ah) I wish that you were a wife-leaver (Peter, Peter, Peter, ah) Oh, I'm sure you need her (Peter, Peter, Peter, ah) But I bet you could make a right cheater (Peter, Peter, Peter, ah) And girls never get credit for what they do Baby, good or bad, it's all on you If I wasn't in need of a pawn to take the world I'd probably be with her But I like you, Peter I wish you were a wife-leaver, a wife-leaver I'm sure you need her But you could make the right cheater, a right cheater Oh, barriers and levels couldn't box me in I get the 1960 cut of your jib I like you, Peter I wish you were a wife-leaver I like you, Peter I wish you were a wife-leaver Oh, I like you, Peter And I wish you were a wife-leaver, a wife-leaver