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Jennifer plays in a Native American spiritual punk-rock duo and told me she'd always wanted to write and sing a country song. We aimed for classic country.
He drinks and she's had enough.
Maybe it was all just make believe, She worried 'bout the whiskey and the beer, She thought he might change if she just gave it one more year, Now she's just got to leave
She's at home, all alone, baking pies from scratch, She's come to believe the man of her dreams is not her perfect match, He's at the bar, glass in hand, watchin the game with the guys, When he comes home she's still in love, When he don't she cries
(recitation - girl) All those wasted tears, All from tryin' to be that man's wife
(recitation - boy) All those wasted years, She's damned if she'll waste her whole life
(repeat chorus, tag last line , then) Maybe it was all just make believe (X 2)