Текст песни Elvis Costello - Boy With a Problem
Elvis Costello - Boy With a Problem слова песни
I feel like a boy with a problemI cant believe what weve forgottenAnd I even slapped your face and made you cryIts the last thing I want to doPull the curtains on me and youPull the carpet from under lovePull out like young lovers doYou swore you wouldnt shoutIf its not your punch then its your poutDays in silence try my temperNights spent drinking to rememberHow memories are always tenderI crept out last night behind your backThe little they know might be the pieces I lackCame home drunkTalking in circlesThe spirit is willing but I dont believe in miraclesIve got a problem but lets go to bedI can roll over and I can play deadBut here I am in the doghouse insteadI feel like a boy with a problemI cant believe all youve forgottenSleeping with forgiveness in your heart for me