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I can never ever seem to get my fill The same things bother me too
Acting like a little kid who can't keep
still But the more I try to please you
The more I get the feeling that I never will
You know I'm full of longing in my body and my head
You satisfy my mind but he is good in bed I'm sorry if I hurt you,
didn't mean to be
unkind It's just a cigarette tastes better with
a nice glass of wine But the same things bother me too
I can never ever seem to get my fill The same things bother me too
Jumping like a little child from thrill
to thrill But the more I try to please you
The more I get the feeling that I never will
I've gone and made a fool of you in front
of everyone And all I'm really trying to do is have some
fun, sorry
But the same things bother me too
I can never ever seem to get my fill
The same things bother me too
Jumping like a little child from thrill to thrill
But the more I try to please you
The more I get the feeling that I never will
The more I get the feeling that I never will
Yeah, I got a funny feeling that I never will