I'm sick of working for a living I'm just ticking off the days 'til I die Oh, I miss you, Louise, yeah And the sickest little pleasures Keep me going
I'm sick of working for a living I'm just ticking off the days till I die Oh, I miss you Louise, yeah... And the sickest little pleasures keep me going
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A sky as black as regret Is rolling aside for the blue Impossible face to forget These feelings belong in a zoo She brings the morning She, she brings
Well, give that girl my very best Though it never made the grade If it seems that it's just not enough to love Then love lie down And would you tell
Shifting my weight now from foot to foot What did she see in this man I'm not superstitious but if I can get This ball in the basket, then he'll wake
They're pacing Piccadilly in packs again And moaning for the mercy of a never come rain The suns had enough and the simmering sky Has the heave and the
And if it rains all day Call on you I'll call on you Like I used to Slide down beside and wrap you in stories Tailored entirely for you I'll remind you
I leaned on you today I regularly hurt but never say I nearly wore the window through Where was air sea rescue? The cavalry with tea and sympathy You
Drinking In order to feel Thinking Reinventing the wheel Kicking up mischief and feeding the fire Kicking up mischief and walking the wire Little fish
I haven't been myself of late I haven't slept for several days But coming home I feel like I Designed these buildings I walk by You know you drive me
All my saints have taken bribes Singing going going gone All the angels taken dives Leaving you the only one If I loose a sequin here and there More
I can't undo the day It won't go under the rug I pull out all the stops And you pull the plug These are sober days and I know it can't be But I'll miss
: I'm sick of working for a living I'm just ticking off the days till I die Oh, I miss you Louise, yeah... And the sickest little pleasures keep me going
