It used to be red wine
There in room 3-2-9
Over the river where we weren't well known
Now it's two coffees
Then off to the office
Then back in the driveway
And sittin' at home

CHORUS:
Sneaking around with me
Or being tied down with me
Which one would you rather have (be honest)
Dying to be with me
Or watching TV with me
Is this what we wanted so bad
I'd rather have what we had

We carefully planned it
What our hearts demanded
No more motel rooms, no more cheatin' lies
Now we're looking at it
A neatly wrapped package
But open it up and there's no surprise

CHORUS

I'd rather have what we had
I'd rather have what we had