Lady Write the Blues

I creid because the sex
    was beautiful
and I cried because you
    couldn't hold me any
    longer that night
and I'm crying now
    because you squeezed
    my hand while we
    were listening to that
    sad song,
    bringing home a
    Christmas tree
And I'm crying now because
I know what's left to
    lose
I haven't done enough
and I won't have until
    we buy out own
    Christmas tree
and we really are
young and broke together
If you grab me by the
    hand
and tell me,
"I love you."
(lightly the acoustic
    guitar)
Make love to me,
I need you