Rose-Colored Pennies

Lying on the desk Is a check that I Wrote weeks ago Months ago I don't know When you will ask me When will you ask me again I hate to be the man And you're trying to make me Older and wiser Put me through the fire You are more than a friend to me More than a friend You are more like my enemy Woah Woah Woah Can have a day To recoup from my Once valuable Desirable state of mind I fell into A bottle of Drambuie Now I understand What it's like to see red Through my rose-colored pennies And dimes that they lend me You do more than just lend me a Lend me a hand You take all that you can from me Woah Woah Ooh woah Ooh