Текст: Jamie Cullum. Catching Tales. Nothing I Do.

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We were so drunk last night
We had that stupid fight
You called me a useless selfish prick
So I'm in a fix right now
And we'll measure the truth somehow
Love is a funny thing to me

Then you stormed out and grabbed your coat
While slamming shut the door
A ruthless move so cold you left your keys inside the door, oh...

Can nothing I do make you happy anymore
Nothin? I say put a smile onto your face
Can nothing I say bring us back together
Nothing I do put a smile onto your face

Well okay...

Next day I called you back
And you called me a stupid twat
And then you were crying on the phone
You sounded so upset, you said
I wasn't the man you'd met
3 years and 7 months ago

I pleaded with her take me back
I'll change my sorry ways
So tell me why mysteriously I?m annoyed instead of shamed
Ohh

Can nothing I do make you happy anymore
Can nothin' I say put a smile onto your face
Nothing I do bring us back together
Nothing I say put a smile onto your face

Mmmm, yeahhh

I?m poundering it all after that call
I think it is clear
I am here, you're from another stratosphere
Oh, now all the things she said they went around my head
And come out my ear, and not before long
This stubborn soul thinks his done no wrong

As when the questions flut around my head like butterflies
My head spins at reflecting on another loves demise, ohhh

Can nothing I do make you happy anymore
Nothin? I say put a smile onto your face
Can nothing I say bring us back together
Nothing I say put a smile onto your face, ohhh

All together now... ah 1,2,3...

[Whistles to fade]