I Like Being Left Alone Songtext

von Robbie Fulks

I like being left alone
I like chocolate pie, clear blue sky,
A glass of Côtes du Rhône
I like summer, I like fall,
I like music, but most of all
I like being left alone

Talkin' about sales reps
Talkin' about the government
Talkin' about the children
I'm talkin' about you, you, you
My time is like a sweet plum
Everybody wants some
I'd rather be lonesome
I'd rather be blue

I like being left alone
Keeping well away from the P.D.A.
The traffic and the telephone
I don't care how little, how much I earn
If I could get one thing in return
I just like being left alone

We don't have to sit and hold hands
You've already got the gold band
You say I'm talking like an old man
And maybe that's true
What's the harm to sit and think some
Add words of little wisdom
You can paint the town crimson
I'll just stay blue

I like being left alone
I like chocolate pie, clear blue sky,
A glass of Côtes du Rhône
I like water, I like air,
I like space, but not to share
I like being left alone
Yeah, I like summer, I like fall,
I like music, but most of all
I like being left alone