Letras: Dean Friedman. Other. Lydia.

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.

Lydia, you know I always talk about making conscious decisions, about running my own life. Well, maybe I'm fooling myself. It's a role I like to play.
Because 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. 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 sleep with a woman who thinks I'm a child. Well, maybe I am. No, that wouldn't surprise anyone. I suspect that much is true.
But, Lydia, if you only knew 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. 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