| What If We Don't Get What We Want |
| (Jim Hughes) We were sitting at the head of a car And her lips were dry and parched And we turned to each other We were listening to "Suspicious Minds" CHORUS And we're cracking codes and combinations And we're thinking What if we don't get what we want SWell, you kick away your golden shoes Counting what you can afford to lose And I can't treat you casually We are not fond of misery CHORUS On the frozen lake of memory You were asking me about my dream And we're turning to each other And we are so primitive CHORUS |