Feelin’ Low (F*ckboy Blues) Songtext
von Peach Pit

I want something always
More or less than what I have
Could be nothing
But I′ll go in luck to be had

You couldn't make it up
′Least I don't think so, as you're coming on
And I′m backing up, feeling low

All my wretched little recipes are the same
Had one cuppa from you, and you′ll know me by name


You couldn't make it up
′Least I don't think so as you′re coming on
And I'm backing up, feeling low

Just last Tuesday morning
I recalled you at once
Your eyes shifting right on
Past my dorm, fucking up

You couldn′t make it up
'Least I don't think so as you′re coming on
And I′m backing up, feeling low