I Will Make Her Love Me

Something strikes me as wrong

I think Christine might have known all along

It feels like '89 in my heart but '69 in my head

She came home about three

Smelling just like a brewery

She's got a generous way it would seem

But it's not meant for me



I will make her love me

I will make her love me

I will make her love me

For both our good

For both our good

If she's not thinking of me

Then why do I think she'll love me?

I guess I think she'll love me

For both our good

For both our good



Christine's got cloth in her ears

I said it once and I said it clear

I want no more screwing around it's embarrassing me

It would be nice to hear it from her

Cause I hear it from my friends and it's getting absurd

They say, "Haven't you got any pride?"

They don't know what she's like