Anything we should know about your change? What will we do, Gwyn?
What will we do, Gwyn?
Everything's a mess,
'Cause when I touch your arm I can tell.
Economy is down,
I think its your heart, cause you don't want me around.
Stocks are in the dow,
But you have to work now, so get out of bed.

What will we do, Gwyn?
What will we do, Gwyn?
Market crash, out of cash, we're in the poor house.
Honey pie, dontcha cry, we're still together.
Buy and sell, may as well invest in the weather.
Honey pie, you know I'll love you forever.

Stocks are in the dow,
I think its your heart cause you don't want me around,
Economy is down.
but you have to work now, so get out of bed.
Caught in this old room,
I think its your heart, but you already know.
What were we thinking?
What were we thinking.

Everything's a mess,
'Cause when I touch your arm I can tell.
You'll have to sell your car.
'Cause when I touch your arm I can tell

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Writer(s): John Robert Cardwell, Philip Abram Dickey, William Lincoln Knauer