Feelin’ Low (F*ckboys Blues) letra

I want something always, more or less than what I have
Could be nothing, but I'll go in luck to be had

You 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 cuppa from you, and you'll know me by name

You 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 dorm, fucking up

You couldn't make it up
Least I don't think so as you're coming on
And I'm backing up, feeling low

Peach Pit - Letras

• 2015
• Alrighty Aphrodite
• Being So Normal
• Black Licorice
• Brian's Movie
• Camilla, I'm At Home
• Chagu's Sideturn
• Denny's Garage
• Did I Make You Cry on Christmas Day? (Well, You Deserved It!)
• Drips On a Wire
• Drop The Guillotine
• Everything About You
• Feelin’ Low (F*ckboys Blues)
• Figure 8
• From 2 To 3
• Give Up Baby Go
• Hot Knifer
• Last Days Of Lonesome
• Lips Like Yours
• Live At The Swamp
• Look Out!
• Not Me
• Peach Pit
• Pespi On The House
• Private Presley
• Psychics in LA
• Puppy Grin
• Seventeen
• Shampoo Bottles
• Shampoo Bottles
• Sweet FA
• Techno Show
• Thursday
• Tommy's Party
• Up Granville
• Vickie
• You And Your Friends
• Your Teeth