Chuck Jones - Creeper

I've been waiting
On you to love me
Like you loved me
In the month of June
And I ain't complaining
But I ain't above it
It's been a minute since you looked at me
The way you looked at me when we were in my living room

It's one of them small things, ain't I on your mind?
Now you don't call me, but you pick up my line sometimes
And say there ain't nothing sweeter than my honeysuckle wine
Virginia Creeper hanging on me like a vine

Baby what you waiting for?
I gave you my time and more
Unlocked and held the door
And let in the cold
Might have fooled me a couple years before
Yes, I've lead with fear before
And I've seen your type here before
Fuckin' up the Marigolds

It's one of them small things, ain't I on your mind?
Now you don't call me, but you pick up my line sometimes
And say there ain't nothing sweeter than my honeysuckle wine
Virginia Creeper hanging on me like a vine
Virginia Creeper hanging on me like a vine

Written by:
Charlie Jones

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