If the time ever come
That I don't love you right
Pull the covers over me
If I'm making your days
But not making your nights
Pull the covers over me
If I can't turn you on
Just pretend that I am gone
And pull the covers over me
Fluff the pillow neath my head
And tell your friends good love is dead
And pull the covers over me
Call them up tougher men
But tell them how good it's been
And that you sure
Hate to set me free
But if I can't cut the ice
Then just tell them it's been nice
And pull the covers over me
Pull the covers over me, over me
Pull the covers over me
If I can't cut the ice
Then just tell them it's been nice
And pull the covers over me
Call them up tougher men
But tell them how good it's been
And that you sure
Do hate to set me free
But if I can't cut the ice
Then just tell them it's been nice
And pull the covers over me
Pull the covers over me, over me
Pull the covers over me
If I can't cut the ice
Then just tell them it's been nice
And pull the covers over me
If I can't cut the ice
Then just tell them it's been nice
And pull the covers over me