True Love

She lays there leakin' like a faucet
He loved to shove her in the closet
She tried to apologize but she can't

Their love's like something from the movies
Bogart, Bacall would maybe envy
A passion that they had
Maybe not

True love never has to grandstand
True love never needs a helping hand
True love left them by the wayside
True lovе taught them how to stay alive

He lays hеr down like a Picasso
Sometimes in blues but he don't mean to
They talk about tattoos
What else is new

He likes to wake her in the morning
Some times she gets a little ornery
They laugh when they are all alone
Because the can

True love never has to grandstand
True love never needs a helping hand
True love left them by the wayside
True love taught them how to stay alive

True love never has to grandstand
True love never needs a helping hand
True love left them by the wayside
True love taught them how to stay alive

True love
True love
True love
True love