I Wouldn't Miss It for the World - Johnathan Rice

So you’ve loved me now for half a year

Despite the distance and the fear

Of falling sky and a gathering storm

That’ll blow me back where I came from

Well, that ain’t the way I see you, baby

I know you’re not that kind of girl

When you die, I will come looking for you

I wouldn’t miss it for the world

An opportunist waiting for a chance

To fuck you over, leave you flat

Take off your dress and go straight to the press

To make time on the evening news

Is that the way you see me, baby?

I know you’re not that kind of girl

When you die, I will come looking for you

I wouldn’t miss it for the world

Well, that murderer who shares your cell

Well, his sentence don’t have to be yours as well

'Cause when you sleep, you count the stars

He’s making enemies across the bars

And that ain’t the way I see you, baby

I know you’re not that kind of girl

When you die, I will come looking for you

I wouldn’t miss it for the world