| The world is treating me bad, misery.
I‘m the kind of guy who never used to cry,
The world is treating me bad, misery.
I‘ve lost her now for sure, I won‘t see her no more.
It‘s gonna be a drag, misery.
I‘ll remember all the little things we‘ve done.
Can‘t she see she‘ll always be the only one, only one.
Send her back to me, ‘cos ev‘ryone can see
Without her I will be in misery.
I‘ll remember all the little things we‘ve done.
She‘ll remember and she‘ll miss her only one, lonely one. |