I'm just spot underneath back to you
I'm a cup
Fill me up to the brink
Come on, take a drink
I wanna hear you sing
I wanna hear you ringing
You know the doubt is worse than the bad news
Bare feet are better than holes in your shoes
Boy, you sure give me the blues
There you are with your handout that for more
But tell me what are you asking me for
So I'll sit here singing my song
Hoping you may hear them come along
Wherever you are
And your don't send me no invitations
And you don't give no explainations
No, you don't send me no invitations
And you don't give me no explainations
No, you don't send me no invitations
And you don't give me no explainations
No, you don't send me no invitations
And you don't give me no explainations
If I could make this guitar play,
What words can never say
There you are with your handout that for more
But tell me what are you asking me for
Ooh ooh ooh

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