The Green Pajamas

Desiree

At the truck stop your eyes are in the waitress On the highway your reflectionís in the windshield rain On the radio itís your voice I hear singing That old song you sang before the raging pain Desiree, Desiree You became the only game Iíd play Desiree, Desiree I loved you so - thatís all there is to say To Wanda I was just a drinker And to Tanya I was just a creep To all the others I was such a deep, deep thinker But I was thinking about you, wishing you were there with me Desiree, Desiree You became the only game Iíd play Desiree, Desiree I loved you so - thatís all there is to say Honey, Honey itís cold without you All my money - it donít buy a thing Thereís all these pretty girls but I only think about you ĎCause from Tampa clear to Portland theyíre all missing one import thing Their names ainítÖ Desiree, Desiree You became the only game Iíd play Desiree, Desiree I loved you so - thatís all there is to say _____________________ by Jeff Kelly (c) 2011 St. Brigid Publishing BMI