Michael Peterson
Michael Peterson - For a song lyrics
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She learned to hate the limousine The fancy full-length fur Dom Perignon and French cuisine Don't mean a thing to her What good is her pedestal When he works all though the night So in time, she found a dance floor And some arms to hold her tight. Now every night they dance with her to some brushes on a drum A standup bass, and steel guitars, play a tune, she can hum Ain't it sad, ain't it funny, how a man can be so wrong He tried to buy her love with money He could've had her for a song. She wanted him...but what a shame He didn't realize Love can never stay the same It either grows or dies What made him think his duty was to place her high above He married her for beauty, she married him for love. Now every night they dance with her to some brushes on a drum A standup bass, and steel guitars, play a tune, she can hum Ain't it sad, ain't it funny, oh how a man can be so wrong He tried to buy her love with money He could've had her for a song. Now every night they dance with her to some brushes on a drum...