Back Doors Crying Songtext
von John Travolta

Thought I was happy only when I was sad
Let go of good things, hung on to the bad
In all the wrong places, in all the wrong times
I said I needed sadness to finish my rhymes

And I was looking in back doors, crying
While you were out front, waiting to make me smile
Yes, I was looking in back doors, crying
While you were out front, waiting to make me smile

Using low life to polish my wit
Choosing the crazies and hoping they′d fit
Saying half empty is the same as half full
All of my rhymes getting harder to pull


And I was looking in back doors, crying
While you were out front, waiting to make me smile
Yes, I was looking in back doors, crying
While you were out front, waiting to make me smile

And I was looking in back doors, crying
While you were out front, waiting to make me smile
Oh, I was looking in back doors, crying
While you were out front, waiting to make me smile

Make me smile
Make me
Make me smile
Make me, make me, make me
Make me smile
Make me