The Things

So you’ve paid for the very last time
My share of the red
And you’re sick of all the explanations
For where my money went
And the scene I made last night
And you just can’t comprehend
Why every time I’m drunk I have to flirt with your friends

But the same things bother me too
I can never ever seem to get my fill
The same things bother me too
Acting like a little kid who can’t keep still
But the more I try to please you
The more I get the feeling that I never will

You know I’m full of lummy
In my body and my head
You satisfy my mind
But he is good in bed
I’m sorry if I hurt you
Didn’t mean to be unkind
It’s just that a cigarette tastes better
With a nice glass of wine

But the same things bother me too
I can never ever seem to get my fill
The same things bother me too
Jumping like a little child from thrill to thrill
But the more I try to please you
The more I get the feeling that I never will

I’ve gone to make a fool out of you
In front of everyone
When all I’m really trying to do
Is have some fun
Sorry

But the same things bother me too
I can never ever seem to get my fill
The same things bother me too
Jumping like a little child from thrill to thrill
But the more I try to please you
The more I get the feeling that I never will
The more I get the feeling that I never will
Yeah I got a funny feeling that I never will