You heard from someone that opposites attract… but you’ve been thinking that y’all might be a little to different for that. Elvis like his coffee hit, you wanted yours iced. He chose the city over two lane Tennessee… that didn’t make him Mr. Wrong, but he was far from being Mr. Right cause you were a glass of red fine wine, and he was a bad idea on ice. It’s good that y’all were different, but when the day is done… you slept on your side, and he slept with everyone. You liked your bed made, and then smell of the sheets… and you bet he hasn’t slept in his bed in weeks. He liked sour and you liked sweet, you called your mom, but when his mom called he let it ring. You heard from a friend of a friend that he got with both of them, and their friends said the same.