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Bowling For Soup

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Letra de LOVE SICK STOMACH ACHE de BOWLING FOR SOUP.

( Bowling For Soup )

I woke up today.
That was my first mistake.
Would´ve been better off
In the middle of a dream
I was havin´ bout a brighter day.
Yesterday, I gave my heart away.
By the middle of the day,
You could search for a sucker
and buy it now on ebay.

Hold your head up and face the day.
Seems like everybody´s got a way
to say "I´m doing OK."
I´m OK as long as you´re happy- without me.
Without my hand- to hold.
Without my jacket- to keep you warm when you´re cold.
Oh yeah you´re cold.
Popsicle love and pie crust promises,
Ice cream kisses that I´m really gonna Misses
Smith-sonian, peppermint, sugar-coated accident,
Empty Like a cavity, and now we´re just history
And this is all I ever wanted.
I can take the heartbreak.
Can I get something for my lovesick stomach ache?

I threw up today.
I kinda sorta prayed
To go back in time and rewrite these lines
But I´ll settle for a Bloody Mary.
"What´s that?" you say.
You say you´re not so OK.
Looking down from the top of a 30-foot drop.
That´s exactly what you wanted.

Hold your head up and face the day.
Seems like yesterday you got your way.
But I am doing OK.
What´s that you say?
You say you´re not really happy- without me.
Without my hand- to hold.
Without my jacket- to keep you warm when you´re cold.
This is all I ever wanted.
I can take the heartbreak.
Can I get something for my lovesick stomach ache?

And this is much more than I needed.
(Can I have some Ginger Ale?)
I feel the agony of the defeated.
(Tell her she can go to hell.)
And if you really wanna make me feel better
Just don´t let her take the sweater
I was wearing when I met her
Cause I know she´s gonna say it was hers.
But it´s mine. That shit is mine.

Popsicle love and pie crust promises,
Ice cream kisses that I´m really gonna Misses
Smith-sonian, peppermint, sugar-coated accident,
Empty Like a cavity, and now we´re just history [x3]
Popsicle love