LOVE A LITTLE MORE (of THE WAY I AM)
(c) by Jim Stringer, Little Book Music, BMI
When I think back on how our love first started,
It bothers me more about the way things have gotten to be.
It seems that looking through your eyes, all the world is fine...
Except you don't see anything fine at all about me.
Now you don't like my shoes or the way my hair is parted.
I laugh too loud and I watch too much TV.
You wonder why can't I be like this or that,
Like almost every other guy you see.
Why can't you love a little more of the way I am
And less of how I ought to be?
I remember when you used to tell me
That you loved me and I made your world a dream.
Morning came, and you woke up, saw me in the light...
Like water quenchin' your fire, off boiled my self-es-steam!