Nobody Knows Me - Lyle Lovett

    And I like cream in my coffee
    And I like to sleep late on Sunday
    And nobody knows me like my baby
    And I like eggs over easy
    With flour tortillas
    And nobody knows me like my baby

    And nobody holds me
    And nobody knows me
    Nobody knows me like my baby

    But it was a dream made to order
    South of the border
    And nobody knows me like my baby
    And she cried man how could you do it
    And I swore that there weren't nothing to it
    But nobody knows me like my baby

    And nobody holds me
    And nobody knows me
    Nobody knows me like my baby

    And I like cream in my coffee
    And I hate to be alone on Sunday
    And nobody knows me like my baby
     

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