The Llama Farmers - El Toppo lyrics

Yes he walked along the pier Trying pathetically to squeeze out a tear Understandably you see I try too hard to please (way too hard) Now that winter's come and gone We wonder what the f** went wrong I'm always missing things I need An 80's love song and a bottle of crap Oh, my angel can't you see Writing a song don't take much.... Evidently By now he thinks he knows them well Beneath the layers of sh** you never can tell Oh, they're staring at my shoes You smile and say 'honey I have absolutely nothing to lose' Oh, my angel can't you see Writing a song don't take much Not much at all My aching heart you can't conceive But I don't need... Your emotional crutches Do you know why?... Because they're so predictable That's when you lost me That's when you lost me The summer of '83 That's when you lost me That's when you lost me The summer of '83 That's when you lost me That's when you lost me The summer of '83 That's when you lost me That's when you lost me The summer of '83 Now look at me, oh I'm so pretty Yeah You're such a big man You're such a big man You're such a big man You're such a big!