© Matt Andrews 1999
You didn't have to trick me
Didn't need no magic wand
You didn't have to lead me on...
Like a coming attraction,
Dancin' to a scratched CD
It hurt... every time you played me
Why'd you have to hold me tight
Keep me warm those winter nights
Why'd you lift me up to let me down
Why'd you make me sing and play
'Til the day you walked away
It's not to late to turn around
I wish I could make you see
You'd be happier lovin' me
You know you would
Why'd you have to get it on so good
You made me believe
You were easy to please
Then you burned me down like I was firewood
If you were gonna leave
You should'a let me down with ease
Why'd you have to get it on so good
Why'd you have to hold me tight
Keep me warm those winter nights
Why'd you lift me up to let me down
Why'd you make me sing and play
'til the day you walked away
It's not too late to turn around
I wish I could make you see
You'd be happier, lovin' me.... You know you would
Why'd you have to get it on so good
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Saturday, May 3, 2008
I Wear My Heart Out On My Sleeve - © Matt Andrews 2007
I Wear My Heart On My Sleeve - © Matt Andrews 2007
I believe it's time for me to leave
And I wear my heart out on my sleeve
It don't make sense for me not to hop that fence
When the other side, it seems so green
My rollercoaster ride
My queen
My re-occuring dream
I've tried hard not to say I love you
But you say it every time you leave and
When you hang up the phone
I love you meant goodbye & you were saying it alone
I love you - goodbye
Don't look so surprised
You can whisper it in my ear
You can say it slow
Or write it down so I can read it
You can say it with your eyes
Or scream it out at passion's hight
but it don't mean what it meant before you cheated
My rollercoaster ride
My queen
My re-occuring dream
I've tried hard not to say I love you
But you say it every time you leave and
When you hang up the phone
I love you meant goodbye & you were saying it alone
I love you - goodbye
Don't look so suprised
I'm leavin' you and your lies
I believe it's time for me to leave
& I wear my heart out on my sleave
It don't make sense for me not to hop that fence
When the other side, it looks so green
I believe it's time for me to leave
And I wear my heart out on my sleeve
It don't make sense for me not to hop that fence
When the other side, it seems so green
My rollercoaster ride
My queen
My re-occuring dream
I've tried hard not to say I love you
But you say it every time you leave and
When you hang up the phone
I love you meant goodbye & you were saying it alone
I love you - goodbye
Don't look so surprised
You can whisper it in my ear
You can say it slow
Or write it down so I can read it
You can say it with your eyes
Or scream it out at passion's hight
but it don't mean what it meant before you cheated
My rollercoaster ride
My queen
My re-occuring dream
I've tried hard not to say I love you
But you say it every time you leave and
When you hang up the phone
I love you meant goodbye & you were saying it alone
I love you - goodbye
Don't look so suprised
I'm leavin' you and your lies
I believe it's time for me to leave
& I wear my heart out on my sleave
It don't make sense for me not to hop that fence
When the other side, it looks so green
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Bartender at the Corner Pub - © Matt Andrews 2002
Bartender at the Corner Pub - © Matt Andrews 2002
I bartend the campus pub on the weekends
I pour frequent flyers drinks real stout
I like this girl w/ dark red curls
& I think she wants
To ask me out
She leaned up far over the bar
& Asked me my name
I leaned in to whisper it
But instead I kissed her and she said
To tell her again
Memories of broken hearts go flying out the window
Each glance a dare
To make a move
So through out your cares
Through no fault of my own
In and out of love I'm thrown
And someone's heart always gets broken
'cause I'm going through the motions
& going through emotions
I bartend the corner pub on weekends
& I haven't seen my friend for a while
I bartend the campus pub on the weekends
I pour frequent flyers drinks real stout
I like this girl w/ dark red curls
& I think she wants
To ask me out
She leaned up far over the bar
& Asked me my name
I leaned in to whisper it
But instead I kissed her and she said
To tell her again
Memories of broken hearts go flying out the window
Each glance a dare
To make a move
So through out your cares
Through no fault of my own
In and out of love I'm thrown
And someone's heart always gets broken
'cause I'm going through the motions
& going through emotions
I bartend the corner pub on weekends
& I haven't seen my friend for a while
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Rx Safety - © Matt Andrews 2008
Rx Safety - © Matt Andrews 2008
Take this for your pain
Take this for your mood
Take this to help you sleep
& This to help you eat food
Take this to help you study
& This to relax
Take this to make small talk
This to digest that
John is off his medication
Reality has gone on vacation
What a free sensation
an insight renovation
Take this for your pain
Take this for your mood
Take this to help you sleep
& This to help you eat food
Take this to help you study
& This to relax
Take this to make small talk
This to digest that
John is off his medication
Reality has gone on vacation
What a free sensation
an insight renovation
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Time - © Matt Andrews 2000
Time - lyrics by Matt Andrews 2000
Good times, good times
Time with you is good time
I don't mind, I don't mind
If you take up all my time
I don't want to get behind
Time is hard to find
I'm falling in love w/ you
I'm falling in love and any time will do
Any time w/ you
6 AM hit snooze two times and
I don't wanna let you go
Want to call in sick to work and
Hold you til tomorrow
Good times, good times
Time with you is good time
I don't mind, I don't mind
If you take up all my time
I don't want to get behind
Time is hard to find
I'm falling in love w/ you
I'm falling in love and any time will do
Any time w/ you
6 AM hit snooze two times and
I don't wanna let you go
Want to call in sick to work and
Hold you til tomorrow
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Sad Circus - © Matt Andrews 2000
Sad Circus - © Matt Andrews 2000
I ran away from the circus
I ran away from home
I'm just a fed up freak
Who doesn't like to roam
My mom's a bearded lady
All my best friends are clowns
Papa is still around but he weights 12 hundred pounds
So come one Come All
Watch them shoot me through the wall
I'm a human cannonball &
Everybody goes uh oh, oh no, ah ah
Couldn't do that &
Me without my safety net
I ran away from the circus
I don't know where I'll go
But they'll never, ever find me
I'll be your average Bozo
So Come One, Come All
Watch them trip me till I fall
I'm the boy whose 10 feet tall
& Everybody goes Uh oh, ah ah that had to hurt
& Me w/ dirt on my clown shirt
I ran away from home
I ran away from home
I ran away from the circus
I ran away from home
I'm just a fed up freak
Who doesn't like to roam
My mom's a bearded lady
All my best friends are clowns
Papa is still around but he weights 12 hundred pounds
So come one Come All
Watch them shoot me through the wall
I'm a human cannonball &
Everybody goes uh oh, oh no, ah ah
Couldn't do that &
Me without my safety net
I ran away from the circus
I don't know where I'll go
But they'll never, ever find me
I'll be your average Bozo
So Come One, Come All
Watch them trip me till I fall
I'm the boy whose 10 feet tall
& Everybody goes Uh oh, ah ah that had to hurt
& Me w/ dirt on my clown shirt
I ran away from home
I ran away from home
Christmas Lights © Matt Andrews 1998
Christmas 98 © Matt Andrews 1998
Kim's wrapped up in Christmas lights
She's got blue jeans and blue eyes
When its cold she likes to hold me tight
I always lose our snowball fights
Got Cold hands and cold toes
We go inside to get dried and make some hot coco
Sweet dreams or so it seems
Ain't no place to go
Smoking weed on Christmas eve and dancing in the snow, wo-wo-wo
ah-wo-wo-wo
Memories are burning bright
She's looking good by fire light
Tonight we're gonna make the list of
Bad boys and girls
I'm feeling lazy but she's stir crazy
Making angels in the snow
Our strongest tradition may arouse suspicion
But Christmas is the only day we bowl
Kim's wrapped up in Christmas lights
She's got blue jeans and blue eyes
When its cold she likes to hold me tight
I always lose our snowball fights
Got Cold hands and cold toes
We go inside to get dried and make some hot coco
Sweet dreams or so it seems
Ain't no place to go
Smoking weed on Christmas eve and dancing in the snow, wo-wo-wo
ah-wo-wo-wo
Kim's wrapped up in Christmas lights
She's got blue jeans and blue eyes
When its cold she likes to hold me tight
I always lose our snowball fights
Got Cold hands and cold toes
We go inside to get dried and make some hot coco
Sweet dreams or so it seems
Ain't no place to go
Smoking weed on Christmas eve and dancing in the snow, wo-wo-wo
ah-wo-wo-wo
Memories are burning bright
She's looking good by fire light
Tonight we're gonna make the list of
Bad boys and girls
I'm feeling lazy but she's stir crazy
Making angels in the snow
Our strongest tradition may arouse suspicion
But Christmas is the only day we bowl
Kim's wrapped up in Christmas lights
She's got blue jeans and blue eyes
When its cold she likes to hold me tight
I always lose our snowball fights
Got Cold hands and cold toes
We go inside to get dried and make some hot coco
Sweet dreams or so it seems
Ain't no place to go
Smoking weed on Christmas eve and dancing in the snow, wo-wo-wo
ah-wo-wo-wo
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