Lletres: Dwight Yoakam. Blame the Vain. I'll Pretend.

I'll make believe
That the sight of her in my head's seldom seen
And then insist
That I can't still taste the inside of her kiss

With luck in time
I might even fool myself with both those lies
Till there's no need
I'll make believe

I'll just pretend
That she really never left me in the end
And all night long
Swear right up and down round here, there's nothin' wrong

With work my mind
Could cause the truth to get lost or hard to find
But until then
I'll just pretend

Oh, how I wish you could've seen her
Come crawlin' back a beggin' me
'Cause if you had, I wouldn't need her
Like I do so desperately

I'll just pretend
That she really never left me in the end
And all night long
Swear right up and down 'round here, there's nothing wrong

With work my mind
Could cause the truth to get lost or hard to find
But until then
I'll just pretend