This Old Couch

Well, sometimes I wish we'd bought the kind

That folds out into a bed

But it ain't too bad if you lay on your side

And use the armrest for you head

Yeah, the springs are sprung and the center sags

And the stuffing is sticking out

But it's times like these, she ain't happy with me

I thank God for this old couch

Yeah, right about now, she's as P.O.'ed

As I've ever seen her be

And this pillow and blanket and a mighty dirty look

Tells me where I'm gonna sleep

I learned a long time ago, don't say nothing

And soon, she'll simmer down

And with a little bit of luck, we'll kiss and make up

Sitting right here on this old couch

Yeah, this old couch is a pretty safe place

While she blows off a little steam

Well, she's mad as hell but that's alright

She ain't getting rid of me

'Cause there ain't no quitting, just forgiving and forgetting

That's what love's about

And we both know, I'll never go no further

Than this old couch

It might take five minutes or take five days

It really all depends

On how long it takes for the begging and the pleading

To finally start soaking in

Yeah, and one of these days, I'm gonna learn

Not to stick my big foot in my big mouth

Yeah, and maybe then I won't have to spend

So much time alone, yeah, right

Yeah, this old couch is a pretty safe place

While she blows off a little steam

Well, she's mad as hell but that's alright

She ain't getting rid of me

'Cause there ain't no quitting, just forgiving and forgetting

Yeah, that's what love's about

Yeah, and we both know, I'll never go no further

Than this old couch, yeah, this old couch

Yeah, one potato, two potato, three potato, four potato

I'm a couch potato

"Hey honey, you still mad?

I'm sorry, a lot"