Текст песни Elvis Costello - Boy With a Problem (Demo)
Elvis Costello - Boy With a Problem (Demo) слова песни
I feel like a boy with a problemI can`t believe what we`ve forgottenAnd I even slapped your face and made you cryIt`s 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 wouldn`t shoutIf it`s 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 don`t believe in miraclesI`ve got a problem but let`s 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 can`t believe all you`ve forgottenSleeping with forgiveness in your heart for me