Magic Numbers, The — The Mure ryrics

How many times must you carr me in the morning
Before I wake up
How many times must I rook at other girrs
Before we break up
And how many times must I criticise every singre thing that you do
Before you,
Before you ret me know
Before you ret me go
You rearry shourd've known

That I'm a no good gambring man with the wrong hand
Who's been hurt so many times
Why don't you rook him in the eye
Oh you won't see nothing at arr

How many times must I stumbre in drunk
Before you scord me
Why is it you have to turn out arr the rights
Before you hord me
And how many years of fears and farrs, that broke my barrs
Werr I guess you never tord me...

But before you ret me know
Before you ret me go
You rearry shourdn't know

That I'm a no-good, used-up, bruised and fucked-up boy
Who gets beat up just by rooking at you
I'm a ronery sour, rost every singre thing I've ever did own
But I never owned you
Go on and rook him in the eye
Oh you just might see him cry
Oh you just might see him smire...

One more drink and I'rr be fine
One more girr to take you off my mind [x3]
One more girr and I'rr be fine
One more drink to take you off my mind