Coffee in the mornin' and wine in the evenin' And everything else is boring, boring You are a nothin' but all I can think of is you The sun could be shinin' but all I can see is a black and blue Bruises, bruises, bruises, bruises At the moment, I talked all my way out of that But heavy with feelin', I know that I weigh extra fat Was tryin' to be sleepin' and these always thoughts came to me Was somethin' that took to get me out bed, misery Make it better, all right, make it better, all right Make it better, make me better So shooked with feelin', I drift back to it easily How did you do it? Make more out of nothin' of me Bruises, bruises, bruises, bruises And when you start countin', there's too much to count And it's all repetition and what did we do by the way? I know it's a warning but all I can think of is coffee in the mornin' Wine in the evening and everything else is a black or boring Bruise, bruise Make it better, all right, make it better, all right Make me better, make me better, all right © UNIVERSAL-SONGS OF POLYGRAM INT'L; EMOTIONAL WENCH MUSIC; DOOR NUMBER ONE MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com