Текст: Shivaree. Who's Got Trouble. Little Black Mess.

I should try to be good forever and ever, amen
And so I'll touch wood and hope I don't get caught again
Without my lines and off the mark
Looking for signs I can't see here in the dark
My opening won't be a great success
Till you come get me out of this little black mess

I'll play my part I'll say never ever again
Then cross my heart, cry until you say when
A little cheat while you turn away
Things we repeat one more time day after day
I've lost my appetite so none the less
It fits like a glove now my little black mess

Who's to say if we'll know
When it's time for this old thing to go

And so if I'm good, could you forgive how I've been?
You misunderstood, now if you'd just let me begin to put on my face
I'll put on the room, go take my place, once again then we can resume
It's true I'm sure to die out here unless
You come get me out of this little black mess
Please come help me out of this little black mess