My So Called Life - Daniel Powter

Running late, in my hit at my coffee table

Then I run out of gas

I heard the count but ended up in the middle of nowhere

And someone stole all my cash

Guess, guess

Oh what a tango way by wave

I’ve got no tricks that left on my sleeves

I’ve tossed my head into the rain

I’ve got it bad

You’ve got it even worse now

Let’s put our heads together

And reverse the curse

I’ve dressed up but slip into the muddy water

The stages just ain’t going right

Bottom vices always need be strict to crisis

That’s my so called life.

life, life

Oh what a tango way by wave

I’ve got no tricks that left on my sleeves

I’ve tossed my head to the rain

I’ve got it bad

You’ve got it even worse now

Let’s put our heads together

And reverse the curse

I’m all out of lock

Or raising running out of me

I’m all all screwed up But there’s no place I rather be Oh, I’ve got it bad

You’ve got it even worse now

Baby we put our heads together

And reverse the curse

Oh, I’ve got it good (I've got it good now)

You’ve even got it better now

Baby we put our heads together

And reverse the curse

Yes we reverse the curse

So my so called life