paroles de chanson Deary Me - Lewis McLaughlin

There's something in your hair
I wonder how it got there
Your feet were red as Wine
You know I'm feeling fine

Any other day
Every other year
My mind it will decay
If I keep on growing near

Deary Me I used to feel so fried
You and me we need to work on lying
I used to know which way's West
Deary me I need to work on flying

You'll hit the top
While I hit the bottle
My mind it's like a mop
I'm going full throttle

Sunday afternoon
Breakfast's coming soon
Me I just don't know
What have we got to show

Deary Me I used to feel so fried
You and me we need to work on lying
I used to know which way's West
Deary me I need to work on flying

Me, I don't know how, I don't know why
I just can't say
And you, You're like a race, you can't be won
I just don't know

Deary Me I used to feel so fried
You and me we need to work on lying
I used to know which way's West
Deary me I need to work on flying