Dick And Harry Lyrics

Harry Whittington
You better run
I'm counting up to five
Harry Whittington
What have you done?
You shouldn't have told the wife

We've been coming here
For thirty years
They thought it was for doves
But it was for love
Sweet, sweet love

Harry Whittington
We had some fun
We laughed, we danced, we cried
But now you've changed
Become ashamed
Of our secret life

We've been coming here
For all these years
From Nixon, through Senior, to Son
And it was for love
Sweet, sweet love

Remember the nights
Under the stars
I played my guitar
Songs of world domination
We'd cuddle up
In front of the fire
We were more than just good friends
I'm sorry that it has to end

Harry Whittington
I've got a gun
Now I'm counting up to five