Keep, k-keep talking
Keep this alive
This story's getting old
The home wrecker with the heart of gold
Keep you locked up in the trunk of my mind now-ow, ow-ow, ow-ow
for want of these required conveniences, her delicate tenderness will find itself abused, begin to heave the gorge, disrelish and abhor the Moor; very nature will instruct her in it and compel her to some second choice.
But you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone
And you don’t know what it’s like to feel so low
and every time you smile I feel low
you don’t even know (know…know)
you don’t even know (know…know)