Always a Pleasure

She’s standing up in the room
Spoke to him sounded in vain
Talking about feeling blue
Wishing she’d stop to pretend

Tell me your story, told you I’m sorry
If I’m just on the one
I’m really trying, I ain’t lying
I thought you could be somehow wrong
Oh, what a way to get along

He’s looking out for his drink
Why would he mind anyway
She was a little surprised
Skeptical ways to see life, right?

Tell me your story, told you I’m sorry
If I’m just on the one
I’m really trying, I ain't lying
I thought you could be somehow wrong
Oh what a way to get along

Could you stop me now?
Saying you have gone too far
‘Cause I ain’t good with limits
He noticed by now
Could you lie for me like that?

Say would you mind me here for a couple days?
You know I wouldn’t at all
Always a pleasure, just don’t mess up my place