I want something always More or less than what I have Could be nothing but I'll Go and look to be had Couldn't make it up, least I don't Think so as you're coming on And I'm backing up, feeling low All my wretched little Recipes are the same Had one cup of from you And you know me by name Couldn't make it up, least I don't Think so as you're coming on And I'm backing up, feeling low Just last Tuesday morning I recalled you at once Your eyes shifting right on Past my dumb *** heart Couldn't make it up, least I don't Think so as you're coming on And I'm backing up, feeling low And I'm backing up, feeling low