Swallow My Pride
She looked at me with dignity, said
"There's one thing you've gotta see
Even though we're headed for war
This nation's prouder than ever before
Yes, there's a sprit in the air
We're more American than anywhere"
Well, I just smiled 'cause I could tell
This little girl's going to hell (one, two, three, four)
All the warmth in her heart
Can't keep my blood from running cold
First I fell for her looks
Now I just wanna go for the throat
I tried to tell her a hundred times
Well, little girl, you don't understand at all
Pride comes before a fall
Now I wouldn't mind if you swallow my pride
Make me feel all right, deep inside
Feel all right
Pride comes before a fall
This ain't the summer of love
This ain't the summer of love
This ain't the summer of love
This ain't the summer of love
I don't know what you're thinking of
This ain't the summer of love
Love
This ain't the garden of Eden
There ain't no angels above
Things ain't what they used to be
This ain't the summer of love
Love
This ain't the garden of Eden
There ain't no angels above
Things ain't what they used to be
This ain't the summer of love
Love
This ain't the summer of fun (fun)
"There's one thing you've gotta see
Even though we're headed for war
This nation's prouder than ever before
Yes, there's a sprit in the air
We're more American than anywhere"
Well, I just smiled 'cause I could tell
This little girl's going to hell (one, two, three, four)
All the warmth in her heart
Can't keep my blood from running cold
First I fell for her looks
Now I just wanna go for the throat
I tried to tell her a hundred times
Well, little girl, you don't understand at all
Pride comes before a fall
Now I wouldn't mind if you swallow my pride
Make me feel all right, deep inside
Feel all right
Pride comes before a fall
This ain't the summer of love
This ain't the summer of love
This ain't the summer of love
This ain't the summer of love
I don't know what you're thinking of
This ain't the summer of love
Love
This ain't the garden of Eden
There ain't no angels above
Things ain't what they used to be
This ain't the summer of love
Love
This ain't the garden of Eden
There ain't no angels above
Things ain't what they used to be
This ain't the summer of love
Love
This ain't the summer of fun (fun)
Credits
Writer(s): Alex Vincent, Stone Gossard, Jeff Ament, Steve Turner, Mark Mclaughlin P/k/a Mark Arm
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