Wendy James
Wendy James
Wendy James
Wendy James
Wendy James
Wendy James
Wendy James
Wendy James
Wendy James
Wendy James
Wendy James
Wendy James
Wendy James
Poor little thing it's hard to think I'm never going to see you again
No angel bothers to lift me
From earth
I turn towards the bottle of bourbon
So many fine moments lost
I know I've got to be a better woman
Poor little thing it's hard to think I'm never going to see you again
I had ambition
I always had ambition to find
It is not so hard
Still you're the only thing worth my immortality
Each time you happen to me all over again
I wished you were safe with me and always would be
Poor little thing it's hard to think I'm never going to see you again
I was upside-down in the depths of myself
So many reasons
I've forgotten them all
I only want to hear about you to know what you've been doing
You help me by loving me
But to bare it that is nearly impossible
Poor little thing it's hard to think I'm never going to see you again