Hey Stranger

Hey Stranger

There he smiles at me, barely knowing my name

But the drink in his hand put courage in him

And courage looks good on a man

The couple next to us argue away their time

Guess we all end up this way, hey stranger?

When do things get complicated?

The first night is hot and wild

The second week, you're already in love

The third month, 'he's the one'

Three years in the sex gets old, and you argue

And you pick fights just to pick fights

Drink in your hand; you look over there, 'Hey stranger'

There we go again; your argument makes no sense

And it bores me

An artist's heart loves it wild

The first night is hot and wild

The second week, you're already in love

The third month, 'he's the one'

Three years in the sex gets old, and you argue

And you pick fights just to pick fights

Drink in your hand; you look over there, 'Hey stranger'

I don't like things complicated

© Lila Tace

Written, performed & produced by Lila Tace