When The Handshake Becomes The Hug

lyrics and accompanying music copyright 2008 by Richard Crawford. All rights reserved.



you wanna hang out then maybe we can go on a quick little trip down to Mexico;
               
we can disappear late, we wonít tell your Mother;
            
by the morning time we couldnít find your clothes, rotgut Tequila, wilted rose;
       
if it wasnít you it just would have been another;
            
ainít it funny how we were the best of friends, and now I can never look you in the face again;
               
thatís the way things go when the handshake becomes the hug;


remember the story about the boy next door, the one that you dream of, the one you adore;

you think that you were meant for each other;
           
when I married you I wanted a wife not stuck with someone for the rest of my life;

cuckold, browbeaten and smothered;

looking back now I realize the mistakes of youth beckon in your twinkliní eyes;

that's what you get when when the handshake becomes the hug;


I think we should try and just say friends I wanna see you again donít wanna blow it;

they say thereís a lot more fish in the sea;

I know that might be hard to do weíve known each other longer than a moment;

come on and throw your lot in with me;


thatís the chance we take when the handshake becomes the hug;
               
thatís the chance we take when the handshake becomes the hug;