Letras
Type of day, what can ya say?
It's like searchin' for somethin' in the pourin' rain
Yeah, sippin' and fallin', wish I was crawlin' to you
My head's hurtin' for the words she say
That I'm sorry to you in each and every way
I know I've been stupid, at least stupid ain't a sin
I like to be happy, I can do it for free
I know I ain't good-lookin', why you lookin' at me?
You probably wouldn't like it if I was starin'
I might be picturin' you in your underwear
Under here, under there, or maybe right behind ya
Even when I'm not lookin', yeah, I always seem to find ya
When I'm not lookin', yeah, I always seem to find ya
I made my livin' sellin' pumpkin pie
And I cut off all my hair, so grandma knows I'm a guy
I'm tired of tryin' out all this God-awful lies just for you
I said I'd never write another love song, yeah
But here I am again, I hope you're singin' along
I try to make it funny to lighten up this strange mood
I like to be happy, I can do it for free
I know I ain't good-lookin', why you lookin' at me?
You probably wouldn't like it if I was starin'
I might be picturin' you in your underwear
Under here, under there, or maybe right behind ya
Even when I'm not lookin', yeah, I always seem to find ya
When I'm not lookin', yeah, I always seem to find ya