Gimme Some Mirth - Blake Babies
All kind of sh*t came close to home
You're not safe unless you always sleep alone
I don't have to worry 'cause
I had a single bed
All I have to worry about is the ache in my head
Gimme some mirth
Gimme some mirth
Gimme some mirth
Gimme some mirth
And the ache in my stomach
That rips it up
And all the hidden messages
You never think up
You're the one who hears me
When I try to call
You would only give some
But I would keep it all
Gimme some mirth
Gimme some mirth
Gimme some mirth
Gimme gimme gimme gimme
Gimme some mirth
Just a touch
Gimme some mirth
I don't ask for much
Gimme some mirth
Just enough gimme