A int no cover

it aint no cover
it aint no style
I shouldnt bother
hes eight miles high
but I adore him
and I implore him
saying I love none other
but this aint no style
he sits there smoking
his breath away
he sits there choking
on what they say
but I adore him
and I implore him
saying one of these mornings
Im going away
the sun is setting
the day is done
good night, my lover
good night, my son
I shouldnt bother
hes eight miles high
but I love none other
till the day that I die...
I shouldnt bother
hes eight miles high
but I love none other
till the day that I die...