Enough Rope/Indian Summer
Indian Summer
IN youth, it was a way I had
To do my best to please,
And change, with every passing lad,
To suit his theories.
To do my best to please,
And change, with every passing lad,
To suit his theories.
But now I know the things I know,
And do the things I do;
And if you do not like me so,
To hell, my love, with you!
And do the things I do;
And if you do not like me so,
To hell, my love, with you!