Lyrics
Sometimes it gets real hard
And I need some kind of output
For an input twice the size
Of my one inch mind
So slap me on the hand
Put it right back down my pants
Turn me right around
Kick me in the ass
Well today I say sweet things
But tomorrow I'll be making up excuses
For my actions 'cos it's been so long since
I have been in love, a special kind of feeling
Guess my best excuse
I'm on the wagon again
Hey oh
Well today I say sweet things
But tomorrow I'll be making up excuses
For my actions 'cos it's been so long since
I have been in love, a special kind of feeling
Guess my best excuse
I'm on the wagon again
Well I got no real excuse
I'm on the wagon again
Hey!
All done
Thank you