Beth Thornley How Many Days
My, so much warmer [vocals unclear] and and such a charmer
With my heart hanging out on my sleeve.
Paisley pants and a fine romance
with another run at the rain.
All the time I'm having too much fun,
Without a day for recovery.
All worn out, worn down, turned around,
It could have been that easy a thing.
Chorus:
One more time at the fork in the road,
Two more times and you think I would know:
Every last time the decision is mine.
I decide how tightly I wind.
There are dice on a plate and even after I ate
I'm still as hungry as before.
Beauty in a bottle and if only I were taller
And thinner, I know I would have more.
In the morning it's again, whatever.
And that night it's enough.
All worn out, worn down, turned around,
And I'd have seen if I'd only looked up.
Chorus:
Bridge:
But would I know peace of mind if it bit me in the ass?
Would I know peace of mind if it pulled up in a Cadillac?
Some folks are just happier being blue,
If peace of mind walked would I know what the hell to do?
How many days would it take me to clean
Every house in the world but mine?
If I had the time would I find peace of mind,
Under a curtain, or a rug, or a blind?
Here I stand with my dick in my hands,
Thinking there must be something more.
All worn out, worn down, turned around,
And it was right there on the floor.
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