Lyrics Love Theme - John Debney

It was a recipe for disaster
A four course meal of no sirree
It seemed that happily ever after
Was happy everyone was after me
It was a cup of good intentions
A table spoon of one big mess
A dash of over reaction
I assume you know the rest
One little slip, One little slip
It was a fusion of confusion
With a few confounding things
I guess I probably took the wrong direction
Well I admit I might have missed a sign or two
I ran a light past your affection
At humiliation Avenue
Took a right turn at confusion
A left when I shoulda gone straight on threw
I ran ahead with my assumptions
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We all know what that can do
I get the felling in this town
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But they'll forget about the sky when they all
Realize this guy's
About to try to learn to fly or hit the ground
It was a cup of good intentions
A table spoon of one big mess
A dash of over reaction
I assume you know the rest
One little slip, One little slip
It was a humble little stumble
With a big un-graceful