(Cindy Wilson/Ricky Wilson/Keith Strickland) Flying saucers could land ANd it wouldn't make much difference to my man I could walk aboard and thank the Lord And leave this damn town in seconds flat Check my bags and never come back
CHORUS Oh, our love is Like a fuse that's burned out Oh, our love is Like a fuse that's burned out
Oh, I've been unkind Not like you Ain't I ashamed Being misused
CHORUS
I liked your Chevy Duster I liked your brand new trailer I liked your color TV But you looked at that color TV More than me More than me