The Chokin' Kind

(الألبوم: Misty Blue - 1968)

I only meant to love you, don't you know it, babe?
Why couldn't you be contented with the love I gave?
I've given you my heart and now you want my mind
Your love scares me to death boy, it's the choking kind

You can kill a girl with bullets, poison or a knife
But it hurts her more to take her pride and run her life
Whatever it is you want boy, I hope you find
But that hat don't fit my head, it's the choking kind

When you fall in love again babe, take a tip from me
If you don't like the peaches walk on by the tree
Find what you want and keep it, treat it sweet and kind
But let it breathe, and don't make your love the choking kind

The choking kind