LYRIC



It was a recipe for disaster
A four-course meal of no sirree
It seemed that happily ever after
Was happy everyone was after me
It was a cup of good intentions
A tablespoon of one big mess
A dash of overreaction
I assume you know the rest

One little slip
One little slip
It was a fusion of confusion
With a few confounding things

I guess I probably took the wrong direction
Well, I admit I might have missed a sign or two
I ran a light past your affection
At Humiliation Avenue
I took a right turn at confusion
A left, when I should have gone straight on through
I ran ahead with my assumptions
And we all know what that can do

One little slip
One little slip
It was a fusion of confusion
And a few confounding things

I get the feeling in this town
I’ll never live ’til I live down
The one mistake that seems to follow me around
But they’ll forget about the sky
When they all realize this guy’s about to try to learn to fly
Or hit the ground

It was a cup of good intentions
A tablespoon of one big mess
A dash of overreaction
I assume you know the rest

One little slip
One little slip
It was a humble little stumble
With a big ungraceful…
One little slip
One little slip
It was a fusion of confusion
With a few confounding things

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