He Must Have Been a Genius
He said he knew just what was best for me
He told me things I didn't know
He said he wouldn't ever pressure me
Said he wouldn't ever go.
He said he wanted to be close to me
He never really left my side
He said he wanted to propose to me
But he never found the time.
Watching TV and reading papers
Always thinking of a plan
Something for an honest man
To do with his days
He had his ways.
He said he'd love me for eternity
He said he'd never let me down
He told me that he'd always turn to me
That he'd always be around.
And he, he must have been a genius
He told me so himself
Every morning at the breakfast table
Doing crosswords in his sleep
Every evening in the dark
Making love with open eyes.
He wrote a letter to my family
He said he'd never make me cry
He said he'd give me immortality
And he never said good bye.
And he, he must have been a genius
He told me so himself
Every morning at the breakfast table
Doing crosswords in his sleep
Every evening in the dark
Making love with open eyes.
And he, he could have been a genius
I told him that myself
In the morning when he looked so frightened
And he couldn't shake the sleep
Every evening in the dark
I forget to close my eyes.
He told me things I didn't know
He said he wouldn't ever pressure me
Said he wouldn't ever go.
He said he wanted to be close to me
He never really left my side
He said he wanted to propose to me
But he never found the time.
Watching TV and reading papers
Always thinking of a plan
Something for an honest man
To do with his days
He had his ways.
He said he'd love me for eternity
He said he'd never let me down
He told me that he'd always turn to me
That he'd always be around.
And he, he must have been a genius
He told me so himself
Every morning at the breakfast table
Doing crosswords in his sleep
Every evening in the dark
Making love with open eyes.
He wrote a letter to my family
He said he'd never make me cry
He said he'd give me immortality
And he never said good bye.
And he, he must have been a genius
He told me so himself
Every morning at the breakfast table
Doing crosswords in his sleep
Every evening in the dark
Making love with open eyes.
And he, he could have been a genius
I told him that myself
In the morning when he looked so frightened
And he couldn't shake the sleep
Every evening in the dark
I forget to close my eyes.
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Stuart Ratshin
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