Don't suppose I should ask any questions  Don't suppose I should know any more  Don't suppose you have any suggestions  To make you come knocking at my door    Don't suppose there's a chance to talk it over  Don't suppose you would understand  If we could come to terms with one another  While meeting each others demands    CHORUS  Half of the fun is falling out  And making the reconcile  There will be times when I'll scream and shout   Baby that's not your style  Half of the fun is the reason I'm here      Don't suppose I could persuade you  Don't suppose I could make you see  Lovers are a specialbreed of person  Who don't suffer from uncertainty    Repeat CHORUS and fade.    these lyrics are submitted by Valeria Robertson