From the album Al Grantham
Lyrics
Don't expect to fall in love
When you follow your heart
Some don't care if you're chasing a dream
Only if someday you catch up
Achy cadence
Tremble the tune
Ms. who I thought that you were
Don't expect to understand
If you assume that you should
Everything adds up to what
We both misunderstood
Cruel unusual
Self-righteous spiels
Ms. who I thought that you were
I no longer know where you are
Or what you do with your days
I expect that you're falling in love
Or at least been trying to get laid
I was there for you
Ready to feel
Ms. who I thought that you were