12 June 2012
YOU TELL ME THAT YOUVE GOT A NEW MAN
HES SENSITIVE AND HES KIND
HE BRINGS YOU FLOWERS ON A SUNDAY
AND LISTENS TO WHATS ON YOUR MIND.
HIS HANDS AINT ROUGH FROM WORKING
HIS FACE AINT LINED FROM LIFES PAIN
HE MAKES YOU TEA IN THE MORNING
AND TAKES YOU FOR WALKS IN THE RAIN.
HE DONT DRINK WHITE RUM AND WHISKEY
HE DONT DREAM DREAMS THAT CANT BE
HE NEVER GETS A LITTLE CRAZY
AND HE AINT NOTHING LIKE ME.
HE HOLDS YOUR HAND ON THE SIDEWALK
HE TAKES YOUR ARM CROSS THE STREET
HE WORSHIPS THE GROUND THAT YOU WALK ON
AND TELLS EVERYONE THAT YOU MEET.
HE NEVER WASTES TIME CHASING RAINBOWS
HE NEVER FORGETS LITTLE THINGS
HE NEVER GETS SAD WATCHING SUNSETS
AND WRITE SONGS THAT NOBODY SINGS.
HE DONT DRINK WHITE RUM AND WHISKEY
HE DONT DREAM DREAMS THAT CANT BE
HE NEVER GETS A LITTLE CRAZY
AND HE AINT NOTHING LIKE ME.
I CANT COMPETE WITH YOUR NEW MAN
TOO OLD AND TOO SET IN MY WAYS
ILL ALWAYS GET SAD OVER SUNSETS
AND DRINK WHISKEY MORE OFTEN THESE DAYS.
I WISH YOU LUCK WITH YOUR NEW MAN
I LOVE YOU, SO ILL SET YOU FREE
BUT, I GUESS ILL ALWAYS FEEL LUCKY
SO LUCKY YOU EVER LOVED ME.
HE DONT DRINK WHITE RUM AND WHISKEY
HE DONT DREAM DREAMS THAT CANT BE
HE NEVER GETS A LITTLE CRAZY
AND HE AINT NOTHING LIKE ME. TOM MAY
New Man • Opuss № I