By dean friedman

Lydia keeps my toothbrush in her apartment and she never complains
Well, hardly ever and then jokingly she says?­
Boy, it’s been so long since I held you, I nearly gave you up for dead I nearly gave you up for dead I nearly gave you up for dead

Lydia, lydia how come you understand?
I can offer you nothing at all this is more than I had planned
Lydia, lydia I am at your command, at least until morning comes,
Then, I must be off again

Lydia, you know I always talk about making conscious decisions, about running my own life well, maybe I’m fooling myself it’s a role I like to play
Because more often than not I’m down here on the corner I’m sorry I woke you do you feel like some company? babe, I need a place to stay

Lydia, lydia how come you understand?
I can offer you nothing at all this is more than I had planned
Lydia, lydia I am at your command, at least until morning comes,
Then, I must be off again

I sleep with a woman who thinks I’m a child well, maybe I am no, that wouldn’t surprise anyone I suspect that much is true
But, lydia, if you only knew how much I love you did you know that I love you? it’s the best that I can do

Lydia, lydia how come you understand?
I can offer you nothing at all this is more than I had planned
Lydia, lydia I am at your command, at least until morning comes,
Then, I must be off again