Go My Way
My temper flies and I get myself all wound up
My fuse is short and my blood pressure is high
I lose control and I get myself all wound up
Tension mounts and I fly off the wall
I self destruct and I get myself all wound up
Petulance and irritation sets in
I throw a tantrum and I get myself all wound up
I lose myself and I'm all wound up
Petulance and I'm all wound up
I lose control and I'm all wound up
I lose myself and I'm all wound up
Chip on my shoulder and a leech on my back
Stuck in a rut and I get my
Most Beautiful Widow In Town
we were both standing
in your mother's living room
sweating up a storm in that
terrible month of June
and the sweat rolled down your cheek
and into your mouth
I knew this must've been a dream
'cos you're mother would never let me in her house
you are the most beautiful widow
you are the most beautiful widow
you are the most beautiful widow in town
many years later
the glassy month of December
I stood with my hands in my pockets
trying to avoid
a shiny wedding portrait
hanging on that old woman's wall
'cos I knew you'd be wearing a smile
that'd be too painful to look upon
you are the most beautiful widow
I bet you are the most beautiful widow
I bet you are the most beautiful widow in town