Gimme Some Mirth - Blake Babies

All kind of shit hit close to home

You’re not safe unless you always sleep alone

I don’t have to worry 'cause I had a single bed

All I have to worry about’s the ache in my head

Gimme' some mirth!

Gimme' some mirth!

Gimme' some mirth!

Gimme' some mirth!

And the ache in my stomach, that rips it up

And all the hidden messages you never pick up

Ev’ryone really hates me when I try to call

You would only give some, but I would give it all

All… all…all…all…ooo-ooo

Gimme' some mirth!

Ow! Gimme' some mirth!

Ouch! Gimme' some mirth!

Gimme', gimme', gimme', gimme'!

Shake, skake, oh!

Gimme' Billy, Bobby, TV!

Gimme some mirth! Just a touch

Gimme some mirth! I don’t ask for much

Gimme some mirth! Just no, wo-yeah-yeah-yeah-ay…