Well I tried to make it Sunday
But I got so damn depressed
Then I set my sights on Monday
And I got myself undressed
Well I ain’t ready for the altar
But I do believe there’s times
When a woman sure could be a friend of mine
Well I keep on thinking ’bout you
Sister golden hair so bright
And I just can’t live without you
Can’t you see it in my eyes?
Now I’ve been one poor correspondent
And I’ve been too, too hard to find
But it doesn’t mean you ain’t been on my mind
And would you meet me in the middle?
Would you meet me in the end?
Could you love me just a little?
Just enough to show you care
Now I tried to fake it
I don’t mind saying
I just can’t make it
Well I keep on thinking ’bout you
Sister golden hair so bright
And I just can’t live without you
Can’t you see it in my eyes?
Now I’ve been one poor correspondent
And I’ve been too, too hard to find
But it doesn’t mean you ain’t been on my mind
Would you meet me in the middle?
Would you meet me in the end?
Could you love me just a little?
Just enough to show you care
Now I tried to fake it
I don’t mind saying
I just can’t make it
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