(Everything But) Her Love

Her parade on the ceiling
Was lookin' like rain
When he came by to borrow
Some blue sky
I'm sleeping, she said
After a long nights dreamin'
Hard pressed for a reason
To get out of bed

Here he is beggin' for less than enough
I'll give you everything but
Her love
Ah, ah, ah
Everything but her love
Her love
Ah-ah-ah
Everything but her love

I can offer you sheets by the mile
If the Carlyle is out of rooms
I'm good for it
Why don't you ask?
But I can't bring her back

Now, why would I do that?

When I ask what he wants
His only response
Is a single word less than I need
He watches TV
She reads the I Ching
And I keep my face nearly straight
When he tries to leave

She must be a dream, 'cause you never wake up
I'll give you everything but
Her love
Ah, ah, ah
Everything but her love
Her love
Ah, ah, ah
Everything but her love
Her love
Ah, ah, ah
Everything but her love
Her love
Ah, ah, ah
Everything but her love