When the song became my favorite song
I wrote the list, it sat on top
For weeks it pushed the others down down
But I never reached the bottom, of the list
And I would cry and cry, cause it would lie and lie
And i would cry and cry, cause it would lie and lie

"fast forward one month"

When the song became my favorite song
I wrote that list with it on top
For weeks it pushed my favorite song down
Second, third, and fifth, (but) I never reached the end of that list

Time has torn that list to pieces, I know
And I would cry and cry, cause it had lied and lied
And I would cry and cry, cause it had lied and lied

Why did that song have to lie to me?
Why couldent the beat just deliver?
It was the wrong song as long as the list went on
It was the wrong song as long as the list went on
It was the wrong song as long as the list went on
It was the wrong song as long as the list went on
It was the wrong song as long as the list went on
It was the wrong song as long as the list went on
It was the wrong song as long as the list went on
It was the wrong song as long as the list went on
It was the wrong song as long as the list went on

For years I put my faith in print
As if the [bad word] could be discovered there
My list could hold my sole intact
Like paintings, like photographs

Why did my song have to lie to me?
Why couldent the beat just deliver?
It was the wrong song as long as the list went on
It was the wrong song as long as the list went on
It was the wrong song as long as the list went on
It was the wrong song as long as the list went on
It was the wrong song as long as the list went on

And I never should have put my favorite song on the list
I never should have put my favorite song on the list
I never should have put my favorite song on the list
I never should have put my favorite song on the list
I never should have put my favorite song on the list
I never should have put my favorite song on the list