Love doesn't always go bad, but when it does, it goes something like this number composed with Buck "Tiger by the Tail" Owens in mind.

© Copyright 1992, 2015 Peter Lloyd

She used to  call me every Friday morning
And we'd go dancing every Friday night
But now she lays around, she never takes me out to paint the town 
Her feet don't get it any more

She used to  tickle me between the covers
She'd keep me up all hours of the night
But now she's cold as ice, she's got some batteried device 
Her hips don't get it any more

I know this hasn't been exactly
What a marriage oughta be
But if you only get out what you put into
I got plenty coming to me

She made me  give up hunting and hard liquor
She taught me how to count cholesterol
But now she smokes in bed and looks extremely overfed 
Her heart don't get it any more

I know this hasn't been exactly
What a marriage oughta be
But if you only get out what you put into
I got plenty coming to me 

She used to  always ask me my opinion
She'd call me twice a day for my advice
But now she  leaves me notes, she even tries to tell me how to vote

Her head don't get it
Her heart don't get it
Her hips sure don't get it
Her feet don't get it
She still might bear it but she sure don't grin it
Cuz she don't get it anymore

She Used To

Songwriter since 1966. Can't believe I still have to write protest songs. Prefer writing love songs and songs of praise for stand-up women and men, parodies, lyrical nonsense, blues and adaptations.