I would like to be A lighthouse on your sea But when we're on the phone You always sink Happy as can be And then you talk to me I drag you down Before you even blink Then it's: Over, over and out And suddenly we talk about The most stupid, shallow things And all because of what my temper brings I would like to do Exciting things for you I nearly took up smoking Just to be Elegantly rash Vigorous and brash Of course I ended up With smoker's allergy Then it's: Over, over and out And suddenly we talk about The most stupid, shallow things And all because of what my temper brings It's hard to be kind; it's all about pride And I am only sweet when I drink It's hard to be kind; it's all about pride And I am only sweet when I drink