Из альбома: Portuguese Blues
You’ve got your new kind of friends
The kind I’ll never be You don’t like what I won’t try
I’m never going to tell
You never learned how to read
Or even to spell
You don’t like what I won’t try
I wish you’d go to hell
I think I need some help
Oh, oh, I need some help
Oh, oh, I need some help
I need some help
I need some help
I need some help
Oh, oh I need some help
Oh, oh I need some help
Oh, oh I need some help
I need some help
Oh, I need some help
I need some help
Oh, oh I need some help
I need some help
Oh, I need some help