Every time, every time I throw myself at your feet
Thinking to myself that life could be sweet
If baby and I could just fly away
So if a quarter of the world wants to kill us
And another quarter can’t fulfill us
If a quarter of the time you could be mine
I’d be fine, fine, fine

So kickback, pussycat, step inside my Cadillac
Are you going my way?
And she said, “Fat chance, at a glance
You’d need to be in high finance if you want to play”
Every time, every time, every time
Every time I think I’m there
I turn to find the cupboard bare

Every time, every time I throw myself at your feet
Thinking to myself that life could be sweet
If baby and I could just fly away
So if a quarter of the world has to fake it
And another quarter just can’t take it
If a quarter of the time you could be mine
I’d be fine, fine, fine

So kickback, pussycat, step inside my Cadillac
Are you going my way?
And she said, “Fat chance, at a glance
You’d need to be in high finance if you want to play”
Every time, every time, every time
Every time I think I’m there I turn to find the cupboard bare

Every time, every time I throw myself at your feet
Thinking to myself that life could be sweet
If baby and I could just fly away
There’ll come a day, she’ll love me like I’m Mathew McConaughey
The slacker boys, they’ll all be out of the way
That’s when baby will say, “Let us fly away!”

Words, music, recording, and production by Richard Faylor
© Deep Happy Music
richardfaylor@yahoo.com
208-713-4002