Nobody But You

(альбом: Songs For Drella - 1990)

I really care a lot although I look like I do not
Since I was shot there's nobody but you
I know I look blase, party Andy's what the papers say
At dinner I'm the one who pays for a nobody like you
Nobody but you, a nobody like you
Since I got shot there's nobody but you

Won't you decorate my house
I'll sit there quiet as a mouse
You know me I like to look a lot at nobody like you
I'll hold your hand and slap my face
I'll tickle you to your disgrace
Won't you put me in my proper place a nobody like you

Sundays I pray a lot, I'd like to wind you up
And paint your clock
I want to be what I am not for a nobody like you

The bullet split my spleen and lung, the doctors said I was gone
Inside I've got some shattered bone for nobody but you

I'm still not sure I didn't die
And if I'm dreaming I still have bad pains inside
I know I'll never be a bride to nobody like you

I wish I had a stronger chin, my skin was good, my nose was thin
This is no movie I'd ask to be in with a nobody like you
Nobody like you, a nobody like you, all my life
It's been nobodies like you