Hefner
"I Will Make Her Love Me"


Something strikes me as wrong,
I think Christine might have known all along.
It feels like '89 in my heart but '69 in my head.
She came home about three,
Smelling just like a brewery,
She's got a generous way it would seem,
But it's not meant for me.

I will make her love me,
I will make her love me,
I will make her love me,
For both our good,
For both our good.
If she's not thinking of me,
Then why do I think she'll love me?
I guess I think she'll love me,
For both our good,
For both our good.

Christine's got cloth in her ears,
I said it once and I said it clear,
I want no more screwing around it's embarrassing me.
It would be nice to hear it from her,
Cause I hear it from my friends and it's getting absurd,
They say, "Haven't you got any pride?",
They don't know what she's like