Bicker

I’m on fire. You’re a liar. You never squeeze me. Oh, put-lease me – you haven’t let me near you since you got back from Tahiti. Ooo, I see that look – I know it well. Just counting down the seconds ’til you cast another spell. I’ll give you credit – you stuck around. This thing has been a battle since our vows went down.

Don’t know if you believe me but I’m thinking were through. We’re a recipe for disaster – the main ingredient is you.

Well, great – you’re S-faced. Well, BFD. Yeah, I guess it’s just a nip for courage, darlin’. How about one for me? You lied about the laundromat, you lied about the wine. Every weekend at your mother’s goin’ out of my mind. The future seemed so bright – now it’s just noir. So much for your promises of making me a star.

Don’t know if you believe me but I’m bidding you adieu. We’re a recipe for disaster – the main ingredient is you.

Well, we still go together, don’t we? Like a candle and a wick. You’re like jelly on my fingers – I can’t shake you cuz’ we stick. Well, I suppose it could be worse – no one’s leaving in a hearse. Well, I ain’t giving up the ghost. Hey, how ’bout a toast? Here’s to every name you ever called me – and I ever called you, too. Here’s to dancing with who brung me , and to night skies painted blue.

We’re a recipe for disaster…