Precious     Words by Liz Christmann Music by Ecstatic Copyright© 2001 Ecstatic Turned to you somehow, Hell...you must have chose me, in a moment rocked by confidence...  from too much beer.   I overcame it,  and planted a seed that carried you and me, to this messy way of living. If I existed for you, well I can't say,  but if not for you, I would have drifted, gone long before now... I'm your precious little man, I'm your precious little man.   I was a sitting duck, and ripe for the picking, when she cam walking down my road, cool, even, calculating. She measured me up, seemed to have a plan with me in it, didn't figure you would mind... maybe not notice I was gone! I'm your precious little man, I'm your precious little man.   chorus   Yeah, you were the mover... You led me by the hand Yeah, I was your loser... I'm your precious little man, I'm your precious little man.   I drove away...really expecting that I'd be back in my bed... LIKE NONE OF THIS HAD HAPPENED! And once again...I'm taking orders, Wondering how I got here, and WHO THE HELL I'M WITH!   chorus   And I tried to call you once or twice...but I didn't have the guts to talk, And I heard your voice and hers... Maybe you're just better off...   chorus