It used to be red wine there in room 3-2-9
Over the river where we weren't well known
Now it's two coffees
Then off to the office
Then back in the driveway
And sittin' at home
Sneaking around with me
Or being tied down with me
Which one would you rather have
Dying to be with me
Or watching TV with me
Is this what we wanted so bad
I'd rather have what we had
We carefully planned it
What our hearts demanded
No more motel rooms no more cheatin' lies
Now we're lookin' at it
A neatly wrapped package
But open it up and there's no surprise
Sneaking around with me
Or being tied down with me
Which one would you rather have
Be honest
Dying to be with me
Or watching TV with me
Is this what we wanted so bad
I'd rather have what we had
I'd rather have what we had
Writer(s): Bobby Braddock
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