John Oates months weeks and days

Why do lovers lend and borrow
Something they should give away?
Keeping scores in quarts per hour
Months and weeks and days
One is always made to suffer
One is meant to play
Markings on his blood and thunder
Months and weeks and days
The only times they listen is when
They're far enough away
Lonely never argue, only cry
Why do lovers lend and borrow
Something they should give away?
Keeping scores in quarts per hour
Months and weeks and days
Keeping scores in quarts per hour
Months and weeks and days