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I must have been high
I must have had plenty
If she had one
I don’t know I might have had twenty
Flat on my back with the wind out of my sail
My friends all say I look a little skinny and pale
I caught a nasty little bug
One thing sure there ain’t no cure
When you’re down with love

My head’s too hot
My nose a little runny
My family doctor
Stuck me twice and stole my money
Mirror mirror on the wall let me tell you what I see
Some kind of strung-out fool staring back at me
I need a miracle drug
One thing sure there ain’t no cure
When you’re down with love

Chorus:
Enough to make a grown man cry
Enough to make a mule comply
Enough to make a made dog tame
And give a man a good name

One thing sure there ain’t no cure
One thing sure there ain’t no cure
When you’re down with love

Flat on my back with the wind out of my sail
My friends all say I look a little skinny and pale
I need a miracle drug
One thing sure there ain’t no cure
When you’re down with love

(chorus-twice)

One thing sure there ain’t no cure
One thing sure there ain’t no cure

(she Says The Sweetest Things)

Sally, she says the sweetest things
But words won t stop the pain
She s painting skies of blue
While I m standing in the rain

I love her still I always will

Sally, she sings the sweetest songs
But the melody is a lie
She s had a change of...

Crazy, I m crazy for feeling so lonely.
I m crazy, crazy for feeling so blue.
I knew you d love me as long as you wanted,
and someday, you d leave me for somebody new.

Worry, why do I let myself worry?
Wondering, what in the world should...

Girls are born into this world
Just clingin to their mother
We grow up playin with our friends
Or fighting with our brother
We like to hang out in the mall
And check out fancy toys
But most of all we want to say......

Wywiad będzie uczył swych agentów
Jak się cieszę z twych wdzięków
I że kiedy komuś sprytnie stanik zdjąć
Tak bez użycia rąk to błąd

To wielki błąd
Ogromny błąd
Niewybaczalny
Bo komuś stanik zdjąć
Tak bez użycia rąk to błąd

Wywiad ... ...

Well they paid him the advance,
and waited for the book.
But the writer didn t care none,
no he didn t give a F. F. F. F.
Fortune squandered,
he s drugged up bad.
They called him insane,
the called him a fag.

Somewhere in the city,
unanswered prayers.
Somewhere in the city,
one man, one man dared.

He s got...