Cynthia Summers - I dont like the fighting

My ^Gbaby don’t ^Clike me to^Gday He ^Csays I should ^Djust stay ^Gout of his way My ^Cbaby’s unhappy, he’s got some secret gripe with me My ^Gbaby don’t ^Dlike me to^Gday But if I ^Ddo go away he cries, "^CI miss your face And I ^Gnever do ^Dmean what I ^Gsay"

My ^Ghoney’s got ^Cstuff on his ^Gmind He ^Cdon’t like the ^Djob and he ^Gdon’t like the grind He ^Cwants to be younger or richer and chic He ^Gwants an old Jaguar or something antique But when ^Dpush comes to shove he’s not ^Cthat big a fool He knows ^Gsugar is ^Dsweet, ^Gice-cream is ^Dcool

Well, ^CI don’t like the fighting But the making up’s good Gotta ^Gbend like the wind Stand like the ^Dwood

I ^Gwish it was ^Cnice all the ^Gtime I ^Cwish all the ^Dstories and ^Gall of the rhymes Were ^Ctrue like the moon and the stars they invoke ^GAll of them heartfelt and breathless and broke But ^Dthat’s not the case, I will ^Ctell you no lies Some^Gtimes we ^Dfall, ^Gsometimes we ^Dfly

Well, ^CI don’t like the fighting But the making up’s good Gotta ^Gbend like the wind Stand like the ^Dwood

So, ^Gbring me a ^Cflower or ^Gtwo ^CBring me some ^Dstockings to ^Gwear with my shoes ^CBring me hot tea when the weather turns bold ^GBring me your love that will never get cold And ^Dcount all the leaves on the ^Ctree that we grew ^GOne plus ^Done, ^Gtwo plus ^Dtwo

Well, ^CI don’t like the fighting But the making up’s good Gotta ^Gbend like the wind Stand like the ^Dwood