The Way It Goes | kellysongcollective

The Way That It Goes

You’re like the deepest sea, and I’m a river.

You agree to disagree, and I beg to differ.

You hold a grudge like Thor holds his hammer.

You guard your ass with equal parts silence and glamour.

That’s the way that it goes.

I’d give you the shirt off my back.

I don’t want to see you in no one else’s clothes.

That’s the way that it goes.

You’re like an evening dove. I’m just a sparrow.

I like your eyes real wide, and I like ‘em narrow.

You like the countryside, you’re like the city.

I like a big production, and I love a ditty.

You’re a county fair, and you’re the circus.

I’m jumping through your hoops to tilt-a-whirl us.

You got a steady job. I got a hobby.

You’re like the penthouse suite. I’m like the lobby.

You’re like an Mp3, but you’re still vinyl.

You’re not yet forty-five. Your groove is spinal.

There’s a blue sky, but we like it stormy.

Precipitate parades always made you horny.