Ain't No Cover - Regina Spektor

It ain’t no cover

It ain’t no style

I shouldn’t bother

He’s eight miles high

But I adore him

And I implore him

Saying I love none other

But this ain’t no style

He sits there smoking

His breath away

He sits there choking

On what they say

But I adore him

And I implore him

Saying one of these mornings

I’m going away

The sun is setting

The day is done

Good night, my lover

Good night, my son

I shouldn’t bother

He’s eight miles high

But I love none other

'Til the day that I die