| Well, sometimes I wish we’d bought the
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| Kind
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| That folds out into a bed
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| But it ain’t too bad if you lay on your
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| Side
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| And use the armrest for you head
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| Yeah, the springs are sprung and the
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| Center sags
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| And the stuffing is sticking out
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| But it’s times like these she ain’t happy
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| With me
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| I thank God for this old couch
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| Yeah, right about now she’s as P.O.'ed
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| As I’ve ever seen her be
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| And this pillow and blanket and a mighty
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| Dirty look
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| Tells me where I’m gonna sleep
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| I learned a long time ago don’t say
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| Nothing
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| And soon she’ll simmer down
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| And with a little bit of luck we’ll kiss
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| And make up
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| Sitting right here on this old couch
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| Yeah, this old couch is a pretty safe
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| Place
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| While she blows off a little steam
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| Well she’s mad as hell but that’s
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| Alright
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| She ain’t getting rid of me
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| 'Cause there ain’t no quitting
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| Just fogiving and forgetting
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| That’s what love’s about
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| And we both know I’ll never go no
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| Further
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| Than this old couch
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| It might take five minutes, take five days
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| It really all depends
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| On how long it takes for the begging and
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| The pleading
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| To finally start soaking in
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| Yeah, one of these days I’m gonna learn
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| Not to stick my big foot in my big mouth
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| Yeah, and maybe then
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| I won’t have to spend so much time along
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| Yeah, Right —
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| , br REPEAT CHORUS
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| Yeah, this old couch, br Yeah, one potato, two potato, three
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| Potato, four potato
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| I’m a couch potato
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| «Hey honey, you still mad?»
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| I’m sorry… A Lot!" |