I wanted to remember my Mica? You helped me again to think of the Unthinkable things Made my arms hurt so bad I would Happily forget You're surprised at what you go through As if no one ever told you On your own feet Your own feet stand Not to wallow in heartache
I've done more than I would like to But it's not all that I can do You gotta get out of bed, into it
When even your bad luck runs out Not to wallow in Self-pitying pathetic dreams You know what I mean
She worked hard to be his novice And then broke into his office With her clothes off Her clothes off still Not to wallow in heartache
Amor, settle for a small dart If you can't find it in your heart But there's a big noise from her chest
Let me do the talking Now that I'm here You'll steal all the attention anyway
Cause something about you Compels me to feel That a glued together vase Is still a vase