My Idea

Well, I see that we're coming to the end of the affair
Well, there's one final favor to ask of you, my dear
Can we pretend that it was you on the receiving end?
But tell our friends that it was my idea

I can't adjust to a life in the South, you know
Which one of us lives in this room?
I'll take the bus to the clinic every Thursday
But the experts won't know what the fuck to do

So if you hear someone calling at the bottom of the stairs
Will you sing a song to me in a voice that I can hear?
Can we pretend that it was you on the receiving end?