Your tender-eyes me with those baby browns,'till I can't get around.The fact that I still love youand I'm not supposed to,this is supposed to be over.I'm not supposed to care.I wanted not tobut you don't always dowhat's best for you.I no wanted tobut you don't always dowhat's best for you.What's best for you.Was your first name "lover",was your second "nomore".What the hell were we lovers forjust to end up this way?Now I feel that I can't go forwardand I can't go back.And I wanted tobut you don't always dowhat's best for you.And I wanted tobut you don't always dowhat's best for you,what's best for you.I curl up inside when I rememberall the times I was weakand the drinks seem to flyby like all passing years,buying dear and selling cheap,oh, selling cheap.(solo)You tried to make me so jealous,I resented your point of view.I wanted not tobut you don't always dowhat's best for you.And I wanted tobut you don't always do,you don't always do,what's best for you.And I wanted tobut you don't always do,you don't always do,what's best for you.--->> Enrique Morano emorano@hotmail.com