Shouldn't come by anymore
But I found myself in trouble darlin'
And I have no place else to go.
I got some whiskey, from a bottle
Got some cocaine, from a friend
And I had to keep on movin' darlin'
Till I was back in your arms again.
And I'm guilty, I am guilty
And I'll be guilty for the rest of my life
How come I'm never gonna do
What I'm supposed to do
Seems like everything I do
Never turns out right
That's how it is with me darlin'
You know I just can't stand myself
But it takes a whole lot of medicine darlin'
For me to pretend that I'm somebody else.
(written by randy newman)
