Desiree - David Nail

It’s killing me to write the word, 'Goodbye'

I’ve wadded up and tossed a thousand tries

We both know the reason, there ain’t nothing to explain

But I know that my leaving will spare us both the pain

Desiree, I can’t hold you any longer

Desiree, you love his money more than me

And the taxi’s at the gate, I guess all that’s left to say

Is in teardrops at the bottom of the page, 'I love you, Desiree'

It’d be easier to leave if I were mad

But it’s hard to lose the best you’ll ever have

And to write this note to you was the hardest thing to do

But not as hard as being a poor boy who can’t afford a girl like you

Desiree, I can’t hold you any longer

Desiree, you love his money more than me

And the taxi’s at the gate, I guess all that’s left to say

Is in teardrops at the bottom of the page

Desiree, I can’t hold you any longer

Desiree, you love his money more than me

And the taxi’s at the gate, I guess all that’s left to say

Is in teardrops at the bottom of the page, 'I love you, Desiree'

God, I love you, Desiree

I won’t be around for your goodbye

(Love his money more than me)

I won’t be around for your goodbye

(Oh, you love his money, love him more than me)

I won’t be around for your goodbye

(Yeah, I was just a fool who couldn’t see)

I won’t be around for your goodbye

(Yeah, you love his money, yeah, you love him more than me)