Rod StewartLost Paraguayos

(Rod Stewart/Ron Wood) Darling I hate to tell you but I think I'm catching a cold Put another chair on the fire bring the bottle over here I feel I'm getting old I like your laugh and a hot romance and your orn'ry sense of humor but if it rains again like it did today I'm gonna have to leave a little bit sooner Got to get me some South America sun Honey don't even ask me if you can come along Down at the border you need to be older and you sure don't look like my daughter Your ridiculous age, start a state outrage and I'll end up in a Mexican jail Darling please don't cry you know I wouldn't tell you no lie Look over there Oh my God don't look now but it appears to be raining again Get upstairs pack my book of prayers Honey hurry I'm catching pneumonia I gotta move while I'm in the mood or I'll disappear into that wall Darling please don't curse it really couldn't be any worse Say I'm a sun fanatic but it's dark in your attic and your cat sleeps over my head I know I'm not a football star but I wanna little better than that So I'm much obliged for the pure white ride and a cup of tea every morning I'll say goodbye, look your man in the eye you know I wouldn't tell you no lie So after all, I'll see you in the fall on a brand new day, brand new way Goodbye honey, goodbye honey Goodbye honey, it ain't funny Goodbye honey, I know it ain't funny © 2018