Quindon Tarver: When i was with you

This Song Was Written By Jewel and Steve Poltz--jewel Wrote TheLyrics, But the Music (Melody) Was Written By Steve For a Song WithDifferent Lyrics That Appears On Morning Wood. This Was Jewel'sResponse to That Song, Told From the Female's Point of View.Do You Remember When We Were Younger,All Those Crazy Things That We Used to Do?You'd Play My Hips Like DrumsetsAnd Sing All Your Favorite Stevie Wonder TunesWhen I Was With Ya.Do You Remember We Did Everything Together?I'd Share My Otter Pops With You.And We Would Sing in All the Slimy Slimy BarroomsWe'd Watch For Your Cousin Ed On the Evening NewsWhen I Was With YaI'd Warm Your Tootsies Up, They're Always So ColdAnd I'd Fix You Supper From Leftovers Two Weeks OldAnd I'd Read You the Classified Ads in BedAnd You Would Point Out All the Miserable LivesThat I Could Have Had Instead of Being With YouCould've Been Whoopi Goldberg's BreastsDo You Remember When You Wrote All Those Letters?Though I Admit They Were Kind of SickBut Still I Knew I Was Your Honey Sugar DumplingAnd Just Like a Good Line You'd Always Be There to LickWhen I Was With YaDo You Remember When You Took All Those Classes?All Those Crazy Gadgets You Would FixI Hated How Cluttered Our Apartment WasI Hated Our Landlord Harry, He Was Such a DickWhen I Was With YaI'd Warm Your Tootsies Up, They're Always So ColdAnd I'd Fix You Supper From Leftovers Two Weeks OldAnd I'd Read You the Classified Ads in BedAnd You Would Point Out All the Miserable LivesThat I Could Have Had Instead of Being With YouCould've Been Richard Nixon's Last Pair of Clean Underwear ?????Do You Remember When We Went to MexicoAnd Stayed in That Cute Little PlaceWe Were Honin' Our Fine Love-makin' SkillsAnd You Tattooed "I Love You" On Your FaceWhen I Was With YaI Still Remember the Last Time That I Saw YouYou Left Me With a Hotdog in My HandWas It Cause I Didn't Want a Pickle Or Was It a Pretty SenoritaOh Well, There Was Always Stuff That I Didn't UnderstandWhen I Was With YaI'd Warm Your Tootsies Up, They're Always So ColdAnd I'd Fix You Supper From Leftovers Two Weeks OldAnd I'd Read You the Classified Ads in BedAnd You Would Point Out All the Miserable LivesThat I Could Have Had Instead of Being With You Being With YouBeing With You