The Verve Pipe - 1229 Sheffield lyrics

(Brian Vander Ark) Another day of deflating your face into tears I shook your mood with the game and a bottle of beer The day I fell off of the wagon you threw up your hands in disgust You would stay but there's just not Much of a call for a neighborhood cheerleader Who married the president living next door Whose honeymoon weekend was spent at your parents Back then you could get the best of me I don't recall anyone placing a gun to our heads We traded a trip 'round the world for a family instead Our friends were dispersing while you were still nursing our boy And ever since there is just not Much of a call for a neighborhood cheerleader Who married the president living next door Whose first year of marriage was spent at your parents I don't get there much anymore The pet names that you once gave me, we had given the pets I still come when you call them, just to be sure Not much of a call for a neighborhood cheerleader Or block party president mowing his lawn Whose cabinet is empty and mind's full of nicotine fits God I can't make you love me I don't have the strength anymore