With my cards on the table
She could see the
One of those fucking awful black days
When nothing is
There's not much to say for me
That's ok, you
I'm a realist
I'm a romantic
I'm an indecisive piece
I was born in 'The Merrie City'
I've been trying
I, I, I, I can't find time for her oh
Have you noticed i've never been impressed
by your friends from
You'll sleep tonight
Dream dreams where I would die
It's
The wrong time, the wrong place
Your talent scouts my
D'ya think I'd have to choose
D'ya think I'd wear
Cut off your nose to spite your friends
Breathing holes
In the radius of a thousand miles
I find it