Dean Friedman - Lydia
Tekst en muziek: Dean Friedman
(1978)






Lydia keeps my toothbrush in her apartment
And she never complains
Well, hardly ever and then jokingly she says
“Boy, it’s been so long since I held you
I nearly gave you up for dead
I nearly gave you up for dead
I nearly gave you up for dead”



Lydia, Lydia, how come you understand
I can offer you nothing at all
This is more than I had planned
Lydia, Lydia, I am at your command
At least until morning comes
Then, I must be off again
I must be off again



Lydia, you know I always talk about conscious decisions
About running my own life
But maybe I’m fooling myself
It’s a role I like to play
’Cause more often than not, I’m down here on the corner
I’m sorry I woke you
Do you feel like some company
Babe, I need a place to stay



Lydia, Lydia, how come you understand
I can offer you nothing at all
No, this is more than I had planned
Lydia, Lydia, I am at your command
At least until morning comes
Then I must be off again
I must be off again



Lydia, Lydia, how come you understand
I can offer you nothing at all
No, this is more than I had planned
Lydia, Lydia, I am at your command
At least until morning comes
Then I must be off again
Oh, I must be off again



I sleep with a woman who thinks I’m a child
Maybe I am
No, that wouldn’t surprise anyone
I suspect that much is true
But Lydia, if you only knew just how much I love you
Did you know that I love you
It’s the best that I can do



Lydia, Lydia, how come you understand
I can offer you nothing at all
No, this is more than I had planned
Lydia, Lydia, I am at your command
At least until morning comes
Then I must be off again
I must be off again









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