The laundry pile's growing
And we haven’t swept the floor
She's playing the same song on the radio
That she did before
She mutters something softly
And I know she's almost done
So I head out the back door
Like a bullet from a gun
[Chorus]
I see one way and you see another
Picking a fight that put a cowboy under
We don’t always seem to get it right
That's why we put space between our pillows
At night
[Verse 2]
She always wears her sunglasses
Stays home most the time
Keeps the old grandfather clock
Wound and running fine
She has three French bulldogs
They definitely aren't mine
When I step on their shit on the carpet
I wonder if it's a sign
[Chorus]
I see one way and you see another
Picking a fight that put a cowboy under
We don't always seem to get it right
That's why we put space between our pillows
At night
I know how to make her cry
Like a movie at its peak
I know how to make her crack
In my sleep
[Verse 3]
I swear she's out to get me
She sets her traps at dawn
Walking on eggshells lightly
From an omelet that tasted wrong
[Chorus]
I see one way
You see another way
We don't always seem to get it right
I see one way and you see another
Picking a fight that put a cowboy under
We don’t always seem to get it right
That’s why we put space
That's why we put space
That’s why put space
Between our pillows at night
[Verse 1] The laundry pile's growing And we haven’t swept the floor She's playing the same song on the radio That she did before She mutters something softly And I know she's almost done So I head out the back door Like a bullet from a gun [Chorus] I see one way and you see another Picking a fight that put a cowboy under We don’t always seem to get it right That's why we put space between our pillows At night [Verse 2] She always wears her sunglasses Stays home most the time Keeps the old grandfather clock Wound and running fine She has three French bulldogs They definitely aren't mine When I step on their shit on the carpet I wonder if it's a sign [Chorus] I see one way and you see another Picking a fight that put a cowboy under We don't always seem to get it right That's why we put space between our pillows At night I know how to make her cry Like a movie at its peak I know how to make her crack In my sleep [Verse 3] I swear she's out to get me She sets her traps at dawn Walking on eggshells lightly From an omelet that tasted wrong [Chorus] I see one way You see another way We don't always seem to get it right I see one way and you see another Picking a fight that put a cowboy under We don’t always seem to get it right That’s why we put space That's why we put space That’s why put space Between our pillows at night Explain Request ×
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