True Love - Martha Davis

She lays there leakin' like a faucet

He loved to shove her in the closet

She tried to apologize but she can’t

Their love’s like something from the movies

Bogart, Bacall would maybe envy

A passion that they had

Maybe not

True love never has to grandstand

True love never needs a helping hand

True love left them by the wayside

True lov taught them how to stay alive

He lays hr down like a Picasso

Sometimes in blues but he don’t mean to

They talk about tattoos

What else is new

He likes to wake her in the morning

Some times she gets a little ornery

They laugh when they are all alone

Because the can

True love never has to grandstand

True love never needs a helping hand

True love left them by the wayside

True love taught them how to stay alive

True love never has to grandstand

True love never needs a helping hand

True love left them by the wayside

True love taught them how to stay alive

True love

True love

True love

True love