There's no sight she'd rather see Than poor old broken hearted me
I never been the kind of man to let a woman changes my plan But all of that was history when she sho' nuff did this to me Her lies they won me over quick She ruled my mind, my heart, my dick I took the line, the hook, the bait And now I'm sick from what I ate and
There's no sight she'd rather see Than poor old broken hearted me Her mission is my misery Poor old broken hearted me
The force of her magnetic pull was cruel and unusual When she calls I wag my tail I'm harder than a coffin nail A pilgrim on my bended knees I'd cross the desert if it please you Baby treat me as you will Yours to bless, yours to kill
There's no sight she'd rather see Than poor old broken hearted me So happy when I'm on my knees Poor old broken hearted
She'll get bored of me one day or I'll resolve to walk away With good intent my road is paved but I'm not sure I want to be saved
There's no sight she'd rather see Than poor old broken hearted me Her mission is my misery Poor old broken hearted There's no sight she'd rather see Than poor old broken hearted me So happy when I'm on my knees Poor old broken hearted
There's no sight no sight no sight Poor old broken hearted me Her mission is mission is mission is my misery Poor old broken hearted me
Compositores: Gordie Edmond Johnson (Gordie Johnson), John Angus Callaghan Macdonald, Colin Kirk Macdonald (Colin Macdonald), Patrick Joseph Ballantyne ECAD: Obra #23466906