
Peter Bogdanovich (Apple Home Music Session) CMAT
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[Verse 1]
Everything is boring, every day, there's more nothing to do
Ah-ah
My daddy didn't love me, so I guess I moved on to you
Ah-ah
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
[Chorus]
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 cheatеr
Oh, barriers and levels couldn't box mе in
I get the 1960 cut of your jib
I like you, Peter
I wish you were a wife-leaver
[Verse 2]
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
Everything is boring, every day, there's more nothing to do
Ah-ah
My daddy didn't love me, so I guess I moved on to you
Ah-ah
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
[Chorus]
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 cheatеr
Oh, barriers and levels couldn't box mе in
I get the 1960 cut of your jib
I like you, Peter
I wish you were a wife-leaver
[Verse 2]
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
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