john hiatt - the odds of loving you lyrics
lying, i caught you doing it
crying, you had to ruin it
i was up on my high horse
taking notes and naming names
you were sniffling and a snuffling
fogging up your window pane
i rode in on my high horse
ran out like a dog in shame
you got ways to dealing with me
i, i don’t like feeling
but you keep me on the front stove
and right before i blow my top
well you school me and you cool me
baby, don’t you ever stop
seven nights of heaven
eleven days of who shot who
seven come eleven
i like the odds of loving you
i, i like the gravy
but you, you want to save me
from myself and i keep thinking
of all the nights i spend alone
well i’m stubborn and i’m stupid
baby, would you please come home
seven nights of heaven
eleven days of who shot who
seven come eleven
i like the odds of loving you
i like the odds of loving you, babe
i like the odds of loving you
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