Bill Kelly
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Written by Bill kelly
I learned to cook in a restaurant
And I can cook myself almost anything I want
Figured out the washing machine
I got myself a good enough routine
But there's one thing that I never learned
It's how to feel the fire of love and not get burned
It hurts when I get close
And someone sees the things nobody knows
Then I'm back out on my own
Feeling better off alone
That way I don't hurt no one having fun or sayin the things I say
Cause when I hear myself no one else should listen anyway
I had girl to call my own
She gave me chances til the last got blown
She’d try to leave and I’d beg her to stay
And when she did I threw it all away
I'd see lovers underground
Holding on to the new love that they found
Through the looking glass I'm incomplete
I could never make it last up on the street
Chorus
Now I got time on my hands
And a shadow on my finger from a wedding band
Just wont fade away
Reminds me every day
There was a girl from Montreal
Who couldn't get through to me with a wrecking ball
A girl I so admired
A girl who just got tired
From my being on my own
Feeling better off alone
That way I can't hurt no one having fun
Saying the things I say
Cause when I hear myself no
one else should listen anyway
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