Love It Dissipates

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah

If you were a country, I'd be your flag
If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag
And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix
If you were a critic, I'd be your pick

I mean what I say
When I say "I'd be your anything"
Baby, if you were a picture, I'd be your frame
If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain

Yeah, yeah, yeah

If you were so funny, I'd be your joke
If you had the money, well, we both might be broke
And if you were a gun, I'd be your kill
If you were the party, I'd be the pills

I mean what I say
When I say "I'd be your everything"
Oh baby, if you were a convict, I'd be your cell
If you were a housewife, I'd be your living hell

Mm-hm-mm, yeah, mm, mm-hm-mm

I mean what I say
When I say "love it dissipates"