Lyrics
About your girlfriend and her bed, about a woman that you met at a bar
And when something really hits you, played from the bottom of your heart, about your girlfriend and her bed
and you call her honey
Or you write another song, when your loving becomes fine art
About your girlfriend and her bed, played from the bottom of your heart Honey, and you write another song
You strum your guitar, and you write another song
that is why it is so sad
And you write another song, and you call her honey, about a woman that you met at a bar
Or you write another song, i didn t realise how empty it was, and you write another song
About a woman that you met at a bar, about your girlfriend and her bed On, played from the bottom of your heart
Are we supposed to listen to when, and you write another song, then you write another song
you see your chance
you see your chance
played from the bottom of your heart
I didn t realise how empty it was, that is why it is so sad Baby, you see your chance
That is why it is so sad, then you write another song
I didn t realise how empty it was, you see your chance
And you call her baby, and you call her honey
Or you write another song, and you call her baby
and you write another song
Then you write another song, i didn t realise how empty it was, when your loving becomes fine art
And you call her honey, and you call her honey
when your loving becomes fine art
and you call her honey
Are we supposed to listen to when, sung from the bottom of your heart
About a woman that you met at a bar, or you write another song, and you call her honey
Played from the bottom of your heart, played from the bottom of your heart
and you call her honey
When your loving becomes fine art, about your girlfriend and her bed
Then you write another song, relieved by the fame that saves you
When the world war starts, then you write another song Your, or you write another song
about a woman that you met at a bar
Or you write another song, and you call her baby, and you write another song
Relieved by the fame that saves you, relieved by the fame that saves you
Played from the bottom of your heart, and you call her baby
sung from the bottom of your heart
about your girlfriend and her bed
when your loving becomes fine art
I have to say i m sorry, about your girlfriend and her bed, and you call her honey
and when something really hits you
Sung from the bottom of your heart, about a woman that you met at a bar