Well I fly off the handle A little too quick Guess you could call me a nervous man For the last week or two It don't take too much To make me wanna raise my hand Well it's one of those days When you'd rather not be So low down and dirty Your luck's out to sea Well I fly off the handle A little too fast You know friends think I look like an angry man Like bad memory turned up again I find it hard not to raise my hand Well it's one of those towns Where you'd rather not stay
Come back and see it Some other day Well it's one of those nights when you know you're alone Feeling half crazy Just body and soul Well my cat won't scratch Or show its claws It just prowls around the house all day For the last night or two I can't eat or drink I think I'm gonna fade away Well it's one of those days When you'd rather not be So low down and lonesome your luck's out to seaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
