Из альбома: Apple Plum Blood Pudding
When I'm free she doesn't want me
When I'm spoken for guess who she adores
When I'm down and out she can live without
But when I'm employed then I'm her boy
She's a mixed up kid
She's a mixed up kid
Mixed up kid
Mixed up
Mixed up kid
I've given in so many times
I think I've used up all nine lives
And I need every single breath
To count for something and to make some senseI'm a mixed up kid
I'm a mixed up kid
Mixed up kid
Mixed up
Mixed up kid
I'm a mixed up kid
I'm a mixed up kid
Mixed up kid
Mixed up
Mixed up kid