Most Days

She wore complicated clothes
Got her hair done down in SoHo
I knew better, I suppose
The day she let me in
Twenty men beneath her bed
Twenty more outside her window
At least that what she said
The day she let me in

Most days go by
I don't think much about her
Most days know why

She played everyone in C
From the White Horse to the Cedar
Said that's the people's key
And I can go all night
Drove that baby blue Corvair
All the way to Vegas
I said I just can't see you there
In that kind of light

Most days go by
I don't think much about her
Most days know why

Married what's-his-name from school
They live out somewhere in the desert
Couple kids, nice house, a pool
As I recall

Most days go by
I don't think much about her
Most days know why
Most days, most days
(Most days go by)
I don't think much about her
Most days, most days
(Most days, most days)
Most days, most days
(Ooo)
Most days go by
(Most days go by)
I don't think
(Ooo ooo ooo)
Most days, most days
(Most days, most days)
Most days, most days
(Ooo ooo)
Most days go by
(Ooo)
I don't think
Most days, most days
(Ooo)
Most days, most days
(Ooo)
Most days go by
(Oh oh oh oh)
I don't think



Credits
Writer(s): David M Lockwood
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