Lletres: Paul Baribeau. Things I Don't Do.

Don't expect you'll still be my best friend
I don't expect we'll talk much after this
Don't get the feeling this is not the end
Doesn't mean I can't dream, dream, dream
About you with your blue winter coat on
Dream
About you with snowflakes in your hair
Dream
About you kissing me, Christmas cookie kisses

Don't expect to get over you easy
Don't expect the world to come to an end
Don't believe you can't go on without me
It doesn't mean I can't dream, dream, dream
About coming home to you late at night
Dream
About you asleep with the TV on
Dream
About you kissing me, warm sleepy kisses

Don't expect it could have gone any better
Don't believe it could have got any worse
I don't believe we're gonna get back together
Doesn't mean I can't dream, dream, dream
About you putting your shoes on by the front door
Dream
About you grabbing your keys off the table
Dream
About you kissing me, goodbye
Bye, bye bye bye goodbye