The Bottom of the Bag
Style: Motown ballad

[Verse 1]
The paper's soaked through at the bottom
Bags cutting red lines in my hand
I don't mind the walk gets longer
When I'm walking home to you, Teresa

[Pre-chorus]
Nothing about this evening is much
Just bread and milk and tired feet
But my heart starts picking up speed

[Chorus]
Teresa, you make the ordinary shine
Every plain thing turns out fine
Long as you're the one I'm coming to
Teresa, I count on you like sunrise

[Verse 2]
The handles stretch, the bag near splits
I hold it tighter, I don't drop it
Some things you just don't let go of
I carry it home like I carry you, Teresa

[Pre-chorus]
Nothing about this evening is much
Just bread and milk and tired feet
But my heart starts picking up speed

[Chorus]
Teresa, you make the ordinary shine
Every plain thing turns out fine
Long as you're the one I'm coming to
Teresa, I count on you like sunrise

[Bridge]
Doesn't take much to make me glad
Just the thought of your face at the door
Years could pass and it stays that simple
You're still the reason I hurry home

[Chorus]
Teresa, you make the ordinary shine
Every plain thing turns out fine
Long as you're the one I'm coming to
Teresa, I count on you like sunrise

[Outro]
The bag still tears at the bottom
But I'll keep carrying it home to you

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