Love It Dissipates

Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Mm, yeah, yeah If you were a country, I'd be your flag If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix If you were a critic, I'd be your pick I mean what I say When I say I'd be your anything Baby, if you were a picture, I'd be your frame If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain Yeah, yeah, yeah If you were so funny, I'd be your joke If you had the money, well we both might be broke And if you were a gun, I'd be your kill If you were the party, I'd be the pills I mean what I say When I say I'd be your everything Oh baby, if you were a convict, I'd be your cell If you were a housewife, I'd be your living hell I mean what I say When I say Love it dissipates --- Love It Dissipates - Mother Mother