I shouldn't notice and I shouldn't care
I wouldn't show it, but I couldn't dare
To leave you standing in the kitchen alone
Waiting with your heart half-racing
And staring at your phone
So tell, tell me a secret and don't tell me a lie
Promise me you'll always be there and I'll promise not to cry
So fight, fight, fight your instincts, or boy, you're sure to die
So just feel, feel, feel this feeling, and be glad you're alive
I wouldn't say so if I didn't think
That you're happier and healthier and hornier
And more well-rounded when I've had a drink
You love me and you care and that
Should really be enough
But when I get home I get sick, girl
And man, it's fucking rough
So tell, tell me a secret and don't tell me a lie
Promise me you'll always be there and I'll promise not to cry
So fight, fight, fight your instincts, or girl, you're sure to die
So just feel, feel, feel this feeling, and be glad you're alive
Just be glad you're alive, just be glad you're alive
Just be glad you're alive, just be glad you're alive.
credits
from Live From New Philadelphia,
released March 3, 2016
Lyrics by Ian MacIsaac
Music by Ian MacIsaac and Will Bradford
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