Слова:
Fine Young Cannibals

gone Good thing where have you gone? My good thing you've been gone too long People say I should forget There's plenty more don't get upset People say she's doin' fine

You spurn my natural emotions You make me feel like dirt and I'm hurt And if I cause a commotion I only end up losing you and that's worse Ever fallen

You left our home Didn?t see eye to eye No matter how hard I try I live on my own Still I don't seem to find Any kind of peace of mind And I'm still

I've been looking for about an hour, for a place to drink Trouble with this town, everyone's asleep Me and my girlfriend, had another fight Now she's

When no friends can't be found And my girl is out of town I come home to empty house The telephone is all I have When my plans don't work out Mama says

Tell me what, tell me what, tell me what I gotta do To make you notice, to make you look this way What do I have to say? Tell me what, tell me what, tell

{ D } BABY BABY DON'T LOOK BACK Fine Young Cannibals { 2 phrase } { B - oh } Never had the good things

It's hard, can't afford to stop Keep on working till you're fit to drop Then comes the weekend and my troubles go away Monday morning brings them back

It's hard, can't afford to stop Keep on working till you're fit to drop Then comes the weekend and my troubles go away Monday morning brings them back