No, no, no it couldn't be true
I'll be changin' my home address for you, follow through, babe
And a lot of little birds in the blue
There's a barrel of fish in the ocean
Confidentially, I confess send a note to the local press
Back to little rain in the face
Could love you any more than I do
I'm gonna warn all the dead-eyed dicks
Could love you any more than I do
Tell the lawyer to settle his case
Tell the doc to stick to his practice
That you're the chick with the slickest tricks
And every tick of my ticker ticks for you, follow through
That anyone else could love you like I do
That anyone else could love you like I do
'Cause you know, know it couldn't be true
That every dimple on your dimpled cheek is mine, so to speak
Tell the doc to stick to his practice
'Cause you know, know it couldn't be true
To all the bucks down the Cripple Creek
That anyone else could love you like I do
And neither fish nor fowl says the wise old owl
Back to little rain in the face
No, no, no it couldn't be true
No, no, no it couldn't be true
Tell the lawyer to settle his case
That anyone else could love you like I do
Send the Indian chief and his tommy-hawk
Send the Indian chief and his tommy-hawk
Neither doctor, lawyer nor Indian chief
I'm gonna send a hot communeek
That anyone else could love you like I do, like I do
