You write the good songs, babynI'll write them until the endnAnd you can stand above usnAnd we can still be friendsnnIt's like a jigsaw, maybenYou found the corner piece firstnWe never asked for nothingnYou're always bearing giftsnOh, you could see us throughnnYour stage is calculatednYou're hugging stars backstagenI like the old songs betternThis thing was made for you and menFor you and mennYou could see us through