Sapphire
I don't like their color
It's hard to remember
I'll think of a sapphire
That's far too expensive
I'll call her high maintenance
She says I'm impatient
I've seen all of her scars
She shows them quite freely
And when we start talking
I'll turn off the TV
I'll turn off the radio
I'll turn off the radio
I don't think we'll do it
It's hard enough to hold her
Those lackluster kisses
That pitiful shoulder
I can't think of anything
I can't think at all
I'm glad I don't like her
Because that would be trouble
Such lackluster kisses
Oh, that horrible shoulder
I can't think of anything at all
It's six in the morning
I feel like a husk, but I'm thankful she's sleeping
I'm thinking of us
Oh, you pitiful poor thing
I think we're in trouble
It's six in the morning
I feel like a husk, but I'm glad that she's sleeping
I'm thinking of us
Oh, you pitiful poor thing
I think we're in trouble
It's six in the morning
I'm glad that you're sleeping
I'm touching your shoulder
I'm watching your breathing
You pitiful poor thing
I think we're in trouble
It's six in the morning
I'm happy you're sleeping
I'm touching your shoulder
I'm watching you breathe
Oh, you pitiful poor thing
I think we're in trouble
It's hard to remember
I'll think of a sapphire
That's far too expensive
I'll call her high maintenance
She says I'm impatient
I've seen all of her scars
She shows them quite freely
And when we start talking
I'll turn off the TV
I'll turn off the radio
I'll turn off the radio
I don't think we'll do it
It's hard enough to hold her
Those lackluster kisses
That pitiful shoulder
I can't think of anything
I can't think at all
I'm glad I don't like her
Because that would be trouble
Such lackluster kisses
Oh, that horrible shoulder
I can't think of anything at all
It's six in the morning
I feel like a husk, but I'm thankful she's sleeping
I'm thinking of us
Oh, you pitiful poor thing
I think we're in trouble
It's six in the morning
I feel like a husk, but I'm glad that she's sleeping
I'm thinking of us
Oh, you pitiful poor thing
I think we're in trouble
It's six in the morning
I'm glad that you're sleeping
I'm touching your shoulder
I'm watching your breathing
You pitiful poor thing
I think we're in trouble
It's six in the morning
I'm happy you're sleeping
I'm touching your shoulder
I'm watching you breathe
Oh, you pitiful poor thing
I think we're in trouble
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Writer(s): Colin Clary
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