Nothing much matters to me so I don't see why I should hold so tightly to a memory that I can't speak of I think about it nightly how you opened up your life for me Why are you still lonely? Though I'm not the type who begs I'm thinking how you'd open up your legs But I'm farther from you every day And a woman talking to herself gathers up the shit she couldn't sell Chances don't bode well tomorrow and Talking to myself pass by, I miss you but know the face you make Like when you found me out for the fake I am So easily you see through me What do you do to me to make me treat you so bad? I keep hoping that you'll speak to me But I'm father from you every day All I think about is waiting and the people we are changing into There was a sound but I don't know how it goes There was something we went through, blew in from the coast You said, you are of the earth, I am of the sky I don't even know what the hell that means Father from you every day All I think about is waiting and all the people we are fading into And I think about you dying years from now never having known Who you are Farther from you everyday
Writer/s: STEPHAN JENKINS
Publisher: BMG Rights Management
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The Four Tops' "I Can't Help Myself (Sugar Pie Honey Bunch)" was written by the Motown team of Lamont Dozier, Brian Holland and Eddie Holland. The phrase "Sugar pie, honey bunch" was something Dozier's grandfather used to say when he was a kid.