With All My Love Lyrics

With All My Love

Sitting on a wobbly bar stool,

Thinking ‘bout the past.

Trying to see the future

In the bottom of my glass.

Well, maybe I’m just tipsy

From a few too many beers.

Or maybe I’m part gypsy

‘cause I sure can see it clear.

Yeah, I’m living in a penthouse.

I’ve got butlers and servants.

I’ve got a different girlfriend

For every night of the week.

And you’re fat, and you’re ugly.

And your husband’s a jackass.

And you dream about me

Every night in your sleep.

And you’re wearing a muu muu

And purple eyeshadow.

You’ve got three stupid kids

With bad skin and buck teeth.

And I’m eating linguine.

I know all the right people.

I’ve got a place by the ocean

That’s got a private beach.

Then you write me a letter

Begging me to forgive you

And just send you a picture

That you can keep near your heart.

About seven months later,

You receive a form letter

With an eight-by-ten glossy

Stamped "With all my love."