Friendly Advice - Tommy Shaw

My suitcase is packed

It’s sitting by the door

I’ve gone over all the facts

I can’t take them any more

But every time my feet hit the street

My head starts aching and

My knees get week

I turn back around I let myself in

I feel like a dog

No matter what I come back again

My friends all try to give me friendly advice

They all agree I shouldn’t be so nice

Women really like it when you push them around

But it’s not me

So here I go again

Ignoring all the signs

It doesn’t take a scientist

To read between the lines

But right about the time

I’m sure I’ve had enough

I’ve decided to call it quits and I’m

Ready to get tough

You turn it on with those

Those big brown eyes

The next thing you know

I’m out buying long-stem roses

I’m like my daddy

Old-fashioned

I don’t know what to do

I’m a creature of habit

I don’t know what else to do

It’s like a game

That’s been rigged

So nobody wins