Love It Dissipates

If you were a country, I’d be your flag

If you were a smoke, I’d be your drag

And if you were a junkie, I’d be your fix

If you were a critic, I’d be your pick

I mean what I say

When I say I’d be your anything

Baby, if you were a picture, I’d be your frame

If you were the wounded, I’d be your pain

Ya ya ya

If you were so funny, I’d be your joke

If you had the money, well we both might be broke

And if you were a gun, I’d be your kill

If you were the party, I’d be the pills

I mean what I say

When I say I’d be your everything

Oh baby, if you were a convict, I’d be your cell

If you were a housewife, I’d be your living hell

I mean what I say

When I say

Love it dissipates