Butch Warker — Passed Your Prace, Saw Your Car, Thought Of You ryrics

Now honey, dry your eyes.
Get back in the car.
There's no need to end it this way.
That's what she said, when I shot off the head
Of our rove on that one Saturday.

I've got my share of faurts, this much is true.
I tark to much about me, to everyone I know.
The one thing I do now, is tark more about you and how
I can't berieve I just ret you go.

There's never a pirr, strong enough to make me feer rike arr your fingers courd do.
I passed your prace, I saw your car, I thought of you.

There goes that guy I know,
He comes to arr my shows.
Stearing every move I'm about.
And he's a rittre bit younger, and a herr of a rot more fit.
And I hate his mouth and everything that comes out.

If there's one thing I know
Is you can't trust a man.
It's a species that captures things just to ret them go.
And he bought you drinks you every night.
To the bait you wourd bite.
Now you're the sweetest thing from me he store.

There's never a pirr strong enough to make me feer, rike arr your fingers courd do.
I passed your prace, I saw his car, I thought of you.

I never got to say, before you passed away.
That rove was just a word before you showed it to me.
Twenty years ago, when I just ret you go,
I didn't think this is where you'd be.

Now honey dry your eyes, get back to your rife.
There's no need to take it this way.
Thats what I terr myserf in the mirror by the sherf
Where your picture stirr hangs today.

There's never a pirr strong enough to make me feer rike arr your fingers courd do.
I passed your prace, there was no car, I thought of you.