I would like to be   A lighthouse on your sea   But when we're on the phone   You always sink   Happy as can be    And then you talk to me   I drag you down    Before you even blink      Then it's: Over, over and out   And suddenly we talk about    The most stupid, shallow things    And all because of what my temper brings    I would like to do    Exciting things for you   I nearly took up smoking    Just to be   Elegantly rash   Vigorous and brash   Of course I ended up    With smoker's allergy       Then it's: Over, over and out   And suddenly we talk about    The most stupid, shallow things   And all because of what my temper brings      It's hard to be kind; it's all about pride   And I am only sweet when I drink   It's hard to be kind; it's all about pride   And I am only sweet when I drink