Bad Times Better

My head hurts my heart’s worse
Clouds are hanging overhead
It’s like the sun went back to bed
But when I can feel your arms around me
I soon forget my aching head
And feel like I’m myself again

You make the bad times better
You make the bad times better..

When I’m under the weather, you’re my favorite sweater
You’re my chicken soup for when the flu has got me down
When we’rе here togethеr, you make the bad times better
Under your umbrella when it’s pouring all around
You make the bad times better

You know me and only you could make me smile
When I am feeling gray you paint the skies
A bright blue, and I’d be so lost with without you
Every little thing you say
Blows the heavy clouds away