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Three Magic Words

03:34
Ann-Marita
0000-00-00
Words and music by Ann-Marita Garsed

Lyrics

Three Magic Words 1. So, you’ve had it Yeah, this time you’ve really had it He’s hit an all-time low He’s gonna have to go So you say it Try to make him realize it He’s scared of confrontation Looks around in desperation (Pre-chorus): And if you had a dollar for each time you’ve heard What in his mind are the three magic words (Chorus): I will change for you, honey Turn my life around I’ll stay home every night ‘stead of playin’ pool down town No more beer, no more bars, Or buying crappy cars No more Cheech and Chong or Baywatch Nights Or washing colors with whites Don’t give me that look, it ain’t that strange I’m telling you now baby, I will change 2. And he gotcha, Yes, again, he really gotcha With that pair of baby blues And another lame excuse You know it’s A question of time before it Goes flyin’ out the window And whatever way the wind blows (Pre-chorus): And if you had a dollar for each time you’ve heard What in his mind are the three magic words (Chorus): I will change for you, honey Turn my life around I’ll stay home every night ‘stead of playin’ pool down town No more beer, no more bars, Or buying crappy cars No more Cheech and Chong or Baywatch Nights Or washing colors with whites Don’t give me that look, it ain’t that strange I’m telling you now baby, I will change (Instrumental break) (Pre-chorus): The last thing you’ll hear as you kick him to the curb Is what in his mind are the three magic words (Chorus): I will change for you, honey Turn my life around I’ll stay home every night ‘stead of playin’ pool down town No more beer, no more bars, Or buying crappy cars No more Cheech and Chong or Baywatch Nights Or washing colors with whites Don’t give me that look, it ain’t that strange I can’t live without you, sugar, I’ll go totally deranged I’m telling you now baby, Yeah, I’m telling you now baby, hey I’m telling you now baby, yeah yeah, I will change Copyright © 2005 Ann-Marita Garsed. All rights reserved.