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