tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11752102497134737202011-07-28T05:21:30.968-07:00Stan C. Countzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14104456004230817655noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1175210249713473720.post-29232181272367343562009-11-29T21:00:00.000-08:002009-11-30T18:37:57.707-08:00<span style="font-style: italic;">© by Stan C. Countz<a href="http://hitsinthemaking.blogspot.com"></a></span><br /><br />VERSE 1<br />I lay awake late one night in my bed <br />Thinkin’ ‘bout those hateful things you said<br />Your words kept repeating like a cracked CD <br />Could I be that needy or that naïve?<br /><br />CHORUS<br />I believed every word I heard from your lips<br />Everyone told me you weren’t worth the risk<br />But no one was gonna come between you and me<br />Should’ve seen the signs but I was too blind to see<br /><br />VERSE 2<br />This pain is somethin’ I won’t soon forget<br />It’s like playing a game of Russian Roulette<br />You asked me to dance; I thought “this ought to be fun”<br />So I took a chance with a loaded gun<br /><br />VERSE 3<br />I should’ve seen the signs right from the start<br />Odds were against me and for a broken heart<br />Gave it my best shot, grinned with vim and vigor<br />Placed my bets and then pulled the trigger<br /><br />CHORUS<br />I believed every word I heard comin’ from your lips<br />It never occurred to me you’d be givin’ me the slip<br />Thought they wanted to come between you and me<br />Should’ve seen the signs but I was too blind to see<br /><br />VERSE 4<br />I set myself up; but you let me down <br />Told myself it’s best without you around<br />Who needs all that stress and strife?<br />I’m better off without you in my life<br /><br />OUTRO<br />I guess I was just another girl on your list<br />Every one said you weren’t worth the risk <br />I played by the rules; you made a fool out of me<br />Should’ve seen the signs but I was too blind to see<br />I never knew you were shootin' from the hips<br />The answer was right at my fingertips<br />I bought all your lines, it's hard to believe<br />Should’ve seen the signs but I was too blind to see<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1175210249713473720-2923218127236734356?l=shouldaseenthesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Stan C. Countzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14104456004230817655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1175210249713473720.post-39218182677069527582009-11-28T17:55:00.000-08:002010-02-24T07:16:05.613-08:00<a href="http://hitsinthemaking.blogspot.com"><span style="font-style:italic;">Original lyric by Stan C. Countz</span></a><br /><br />INTRO VERSE<br />He let her wear his sweater at the last school dance<br />He was glad to have met her; thought he’d take a chance<br />He had so many questions he was dyin’ to ask her<br />Had no way to know he'd be headin’ for disaster<br /><br />CHORUS<br />There were many questions he wanted her to answer<br />He wasn’t lookin’ for romance or the cure to cancer<br />But he should’ve known better than to fall for a dancer<br />He should’ve known better than to fall for a dancer<br /><br />VERSE 1<br />What was the deal with that heel who played pedal steel?<br />Did he try to cop a feel? Or was it just his sex appeal?<br />Then there was that fool who cleaned the pool<br />Thought he was cool ‘til he dropped out of school<br />Remember that scrounge she met in the lounge? <br />And that drummer she met that summer who kept comin’ around? <br />And that tire man who couldn’t seem to fix a flat<br />Wonder what kept him comin’ back? <br /><br />CHORUS<br />There were many questions he wanted her to answer<br />He wasn’t lookin’ for romance or the cure to cancer<br />But he should’ve known better than to fall for a dancer<br />He should’ve known better than to fall for a dancer<br /><br />VERSE 2<br />What about that plumber who never fixed the plumbin’ <br />He wore a funky ‘ol hat; had a monkey on his back<br />And why did she buy all that lumber from that guy <br />In that cowboy hat? What was the deal with that?<br />Then there was that son of a gun who was always bummin’ <br />Cigarettes off everyone? He never bought his own pack<br />And how ‘bout that loser in that PT cruiser who was hummin’<br />That song about a love gone wrong and a pink Cadillac?<br /><br />REPEAT CHORUS<br /><br />VERSE 3<br />And why’d she always check the number <br />Before she answered her phone? <br />Changed the sheets and changed the covers<br />And who was that dancer she tried to take home? <br />And that young singer was a real hum dinger<br />Always chewin’ gum, hummin’ that dumb song<br />About somebody done somebody wrong<br />He should’ve seen it comin’ all along<br /><br />CHORUS<br /><br />BRIDGE <br />He knew that she cheated, he knew that she lied <br />But he never mistreated her, he stayed by her side<br />Each time he tried to please her, she was never satisfied<br />He tried to be the leader but she’d cut him down to size<br /><br />VERSE 4<br />In this game of life, she was the queen; he was the pawn <br />But when he found her with the guy who mowed the lawn<br />He put aside his pride and figured he’d been conned<br />He took it all in stride, though now he’s long gone<br />Right before he left her, he wrote her a letter <br />And he tacked it up on the back porch door<br />Said he was tired of her lies, couldn’t buy her alibis<br />He was sad to leave her but he couldn’t believe her anymore<br /><br />VERSE 5<br />She was always tryin to paint and fix up the place<br />Hired the guy with the tape measure and the sander<br />There’s a cougar on the loose and she’s out for prey<br />She ain’t the new recruit; she’s the commander<br />In the good ol days, she had the juice and the face<br />People these days, they just don't understand her<br />She drew the deuce but she thought she got the ace<br />“What’s good for the goose is good for the gander”<br /><br />OUTRO<br />He let her wear his sweater at the last school dance<br />He was glad to have met her; thought he’d take a chance<br />He had so many questions he was dyin’ to ask her<br />Had no way to know he'd be headin’ for disaster<br />Should’ve known better than to fall for a dancer<br />Should've known better than to fall for a dancer<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1175210249713473720-3921818267706952758?l=shouldaseenthesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Stan C. 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