Inamorata
Mac McNeilly, David William Sims, Duane Denison, David Yow
[Verse 1]
Crying in the corner
Sobbing in a bath robe
Wadded up in a puddle
Sad little sack in a room
If it leaves a foul taste
You can spice it up some
A little salt in the wound
Now isn't that better?
No!
[Chorus]
So far, so so so
So far, so so so
Miserable, misery
Ah!
[Verse 2]
Broken down blubbering
Slouching sullen pout face
Weeping pillow treatment
On the cold mean wet tile
Nothing to look forward to
You might bawl yourself dry
Howling tears at the moon
And flooding the gutter
Ugh!
[Chorus]
So far, so so so
So far, so so so
Miserable, misery
Ah!
Ah!
[Verse 1]
Crying in the corner
Sobbing in a bath robe
Wadded up in a puddle
Sad little sack in a room
If it leaves a foul taste
You can spice it up some
A little salt in the wound
Now isn't that better?
No!
So far...