You start your own storm
Then ask why it rains
When there’s something wrong
You’ve got someone to blame
It’s like this whole world
Is some conspiracy
You write down your complaints
And you file them with me
Down on your luck
Cry, baby, cry
I’ve heard enough
Of what’s on your mind
I don’t mean to interrupt
Save it for another time
I’d open up my own bottle, baby
If I wanted wine
Why you surprised
That life isn’t fair?
Well I sympathize
But I’ma have to stop you right there ’cause
If you keep this up
I’ll walk away
You can me find in the kitchen
Sippin’ some of that sweet Chardonnay, yeah
Down on your luck
Cry, baby, cry
I’ve hеard enough
Of what’s on your mind
I don’t mean to interrupt
Savе it for another time
I’d open up my own bottle, baby
If I wanted wine
Head straight to the store
Grab it right off the shelf
Slide the plastic, bring it back
And drink it all by myself
I’d rather be popping the bubbly right about now
Than hearing about how you’re
Down on your luck
Cry, baby, cry
I’ve heard enough
Of what’s on your mind
I don’t mean to interrupt, nah
Save it for another time
I’d open up my own bottle, baby
If I wanted wine
I’d open up my own bottle, baby
If I wanted wine
I’d open up my own bottle, baby
If I wanted wine