Lyrics What Do You Do / the Glory of Love (with Francine Reed) - Lyle Lovett

Honey bring me the paper, pour me a beer
And turn on the tv, sweep up over here
You can tell me you love me to put off my blues
But what do you do when it quits bein' new?

Now you'd be home for supper and don't slam that door
And you better be sober man or I'll give you what for
You tell me you love me to put off my blues
But what do you do when it quits bein' new?

We used to not worry about nothin'
We used to would laugh and play
Now, when we look at each other
We never have nothin' to say

Except for you know well she says, "You could take me to dinner
You could, you could buy me some clothes"
If you make all that money man, make it damn sure it shows
You could, you could tell me you love me to put off my blues
But what do you do when it quits bein' new?

And he says, "You could put on some make-up and pile up your hair
And at least try to do somethin' with what you've got there"
You could tell me you love me to put off my blues but what do you do?
Say what do you do? Baby, what do you do when it?
Say what do you do when it? Say

Well, hi there, what's your? My name is and my wife is at the pt
And I had to, you know we could, I'd buy you, is that a Scotch
And so a? What will it be? Your place or a place to

Say man, what do you think? You see, I'm not that kind of
Affair is fair and mine is right around the corner, just a block or so
You know come mornin' you'll have to leave everythin' to me

What do you do? Say what do you do?
And that's the glory of and that's the story of
What do you do?