March 4th, 2008

bending the strings

I used to do this sort of thing all the time, or, Porter Wagoner is Dead

I liked pepper
You liked salt
We liked each other, and it ain't our fault
You liked potatoes and a cold iced tea
But you stopped likin' goodness when you first loved me

I liked sugar
You liked cream
We liked the good life, so we chased the dream
I liked tamales and an ocean view
But I stopped likin' workin' when I first loved you

I liked coffee
You liked tea
He liked the wild side, so we became three
We liked the life of findin' things to do
But he stopped likin' livin' when he first loved you

I liked chicken
You liked veal
We liked pretending that it wasn't real
I liked a lonely spot down by the sea
But you stopped likin' secrets when you last left me

Now I like cake
And you like pie
And they like the thought of sendin' us to die
Once we liked schemin' while we stayed up late
But we'll stop likin' lovin' when we meet our fate