Keep It Simple
Patricia Baker, BMI

Don’t tell me that you love me
Don’t say things you don’t really mean
Make me glad that I came here
Don’t treat me like I’m sixteen

And, don’t whisper promises
Unless they’re ones you know you’ll keep
Don’t offer wishful thinking
A sip from a well that deep

Chorus
If it is what it is
Unless it’s more than this
Keep it simple
Keep it simple

Don’t make love to me tonight
Then go back to calling us friends
My heart can’t tell the diff’rence
Where your bound’ries start or where they end

It’s not your fear of falling
It’s indecision I’d regret
Don’t take me then forsake me
‘Cause I won’t forgive or forget

Repeat Chorus

Bridge
Don’t turn the lights way down low
Or turn on that radio
Even if I get a little mellow

Repeat Chorus

"Grits is one of those country-boy words that is both singular and plural-like deer, elk and sheep. I think the singular is appropriate when there's a modifier that makes it clear one is talking about something specific. Like, 'Grits are good for you, but these here grits is tasty.'"~~Joe Wrabek