This song was written by jewel and steve poltz--jewel wrote the Lyrics, but the music (melody) was written by steve for a song with Different lyrics that appears on morning wood. this was jewel's Response to that song, told from the female's point of view.
Do you remember when we were younger, All those crazy things that we used to do? You'd play my hips like drumsets And sing all your favorite stevie wonder tunes When I was with ya.
Do you remember we did everything together? I'd share my otter pops with you. And we would sing in all the slimy slimy barrooms We'd watch for your cousin ed on the evening news When I was with ya
I'd warm your tootsies up, they're always so cold And I'd fix you supper from leftovers two weeks old And I'd read you the classified ads in bed And you would point out all the miserable lives That I could have had instead of being with you
Could've been whoopi goldberg's breasts
Do you remember when you wrote all those letters? Though I admit they were kind of sick But still I knew I was your honey sugar dumpling And just like a good line you'd alweys be there to lick When I was with ya
Do you remember when you took all those classes? All those crazy gadgets you would fix I hated how cluttered our apartment was I hated our landlord harry, he was such a dick When I was with ya
I'd warm your tootsies up, they're always so cold And I'd fix you supper from leftovers two weeks old And I'd read you the classified ads in bed And you would point out all the miserable lives That I could have had instead of being with you
Could've been richard nixon's last pair of clean underwear ? ? ? ? ?
Do you remember when we went to mexico And stayed in that cute little place We were honin' our fine love-makin' skills And you tattoed I love you on your face When I was with ya
I still remember the last time that I saw you You left me with a hotdog in my hand Was it cause I didn't want a pickle or was it a pretty senorita Oh well, there was always stuff that I didn't understand When I was with ya
I'd warm your tootsies up, they're always so cold And I'd fix you supper from leftovers two weeks old And I'd read you the classified ads in bed And you would point out all the miserable lives That I could have had instead of being with you being with you
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