A special treat this week: You can click here and hear the nauseating tune that accompanies the nauseating lyrics!What differentiates this bad song from other insipidly horrible love songs is that it was written and performed by David Soul of Starsky and Hutch fame.
I hated David Soul because I never found him the least bit attractive, but he was marketed and packaged as a sex symbol. I always preferred Starsky. I wish I could remember his name at the moment. Oh yeah: Paul Michael Glazer.
Anyway, David Soul. Ugly. Untalented. Sappy. Stalker.
( David Soul )
Don't give up on us, Baby
Don't make our love seem light
The future isn't just one night
It's written in the moonlight
And painted on the stars
We can't change ours
(To me, this has a vaguely threatening tinge to it, like she doesn't have a choice in the matter)
Don't give up on us, Baby
We're still worth one more try
I know we put a last one by
Just for a rainy evening
When maybe stars are few
Don't give up on us, I know
We can still come through
I really lost my head last night (See! I bet he got all scary and violent and stuff.)
You've got a right to start believing
There's still a little love left, even so
Don't give up on us, Baby
Lord knows we've come this far
Can't we stay the way we are?
The angel and the dreamer
Who sometimes play a fool
Don't give up on us, I know
We can still come through
I really lost my head last night
You've got a right to stop believing
There's still a little love left, even so
Just for a rainy evening
When maybe stars are few
Don't give up on us, I know
We can still come through
Don't give up on us, Baby
Don't give up on us, Baby (Or I'll be forced to chase you down in my bitchin' Ford Gran Torino)
