Lower Dens
I Get Nervous
Lady, I get nervousJust a-being in your serviceWords are full of indecisionThey evince the troubled nimble witOh, nothing in returnBut storm and pessimism 'stead of dreamin'Being good for meAnd just a-standing in your pretty prisonYou're standing hereYou think you love me, don't you?Maybe you're the presenceThat begs needing other reasonsI got "Summer still looks pretty"I got hungry for the hungry seasOh, living for the peopleThat have nothing but their bluesAnd I have nothing to be nervous aboutHungerin' over youIn the same rich pathYou and I align
From Letras Mania