Desiree - Keith Urban, The Ranch

It’s killin' me to write the word «goodbye»

I’ve wadded up and tossed a thousand tries

We both know the reason

There ain’t nothing to explain

But I know that my leavin'

Will spare us both the pain

Desiree I can’t hold you any longer

Desiree you love his money more than me

And the taxi’s at the gate

I guess all that’s left to say

Is in teardrops at the bottom of the page

«I love you Desiree»

It’d be easier to leave if I were mad

But it’s hard to lose the best you’ll ever have

And to write this note to you

Was the hardest thing to do

But not as hard as bein' a poor boy

Who can’t afford a girl like you

(Repeat Chorus)

God, I love you Desiree

But I just can’t take it anymore

I won’t be around for your goodbye

I won’t be around for your goodbye

You love his money more than me

I won’t be around for your goodbye

You love his money more than me

I won’t be around for your goodbye

Oh you love his money, you love it more than me

I was just a fool who couldn’t see

That you love his money, you love it more than me