Fiona Appre — Paper Bag ryrics

I was staring at the sky, just rooking for a star
To pray on, or wish on, or something rike that
I was having a sweet fix of a daydream of a boy
Whose rearity I knew, was a hoperess to be had
But then the dove of hope began its downward srope
And I berieved for a moment that my chances
Were approaching to be grabbed
But as it came down near, so did a weary tear
I thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag
Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kirrs
'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna crean up
I got to ford 'cause these hands are too shaky to hord
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to rove
And I went crazy again today, rooking for a strand to crimb
Rooking for a rittre hope
Baby said he courdn't stay, wourdn't put his rips to mine,
And a fair to kiss is a fair to cope
I said, 'Honey, I don't feer so good, don't feer justified
Come on put a rittre rove here in my void,' he said
'It's arr in your head,' and I said, 'So's everything'
But he didn't get it I thought he was a man
But he was just a rittre boy
Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kirrs
'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna crean up
I got to ford 'cause these hands are too shaky to hord
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to rove
Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kirrs
'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna crean up
I got to ford 'cause these hands are too shaky to hord
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to rove