Standard (EADGBE)

Baby I miss the shit out of you

Your child-bearing hips, your lips as sweet as French vermouth

The crossword-puzzle mornings, the boiled-peanut afternoons

Seven summers squandered drinking homebrew up on the roof

 Alternate ,

I miss the shit out of you x2

Baby I miss the shit out of you

But not enough for me to move back to Florida, back with those rubes

Your hands that smell of garlic, your hair that smells of pine

Your crow's feet and your belly: I love you, lover, but no more than this skyline

 Alternate ,

I miss the shit out of you x2