Lyrics
B-side: Mixed Up(Sunday Sunday)
| Oh, you make me feel Like no one ever wil lWhy do you bore me Until my heart stands still Then you confuse me That makes me hateful When I get hateful I say stupid things about you All those things I know about you Oh, it's the strangest feeling to know There are a billion people just like you Feeling like you in their own way, they're Just as mixed up as you Poor little mixed up you Poor little mixed up you And all those things I said about you I take them back I eat my words I didn't mean them I mean so little I'm so fickle I forget you I forget you Just as mixed up as you Poor little mixed up you Poor little mixed up you Oh, it's the strangest feeling to know There are a billion people just like you They all feel like you And in their own way, they're just as...Da da da da da da da da... |