Barfly - Buck-O-Nine

These are the hard times

These are the good times

These are the fine times

The keep me in line times

Until you went away

Now these are the hey days

The never get laid days

The play with myself

And forget about my health days

Won’t you come back to me

I love the way you walk

The way you smile

The way you talk

And i love

The way you torture me

Now im a barfly

I wish that i could die

I never thought it would be this way

And i can’t understand why

Why you went away

Its so mysterious

Makes me delirious

Sometimes im curious

But all around furious

Won’t you come back to me