Текст Damien Rice – Moody Mooday

Moody mooday
(It’s got me)
Moody mooday
(It’s got me)

Moody mooday
(It’s got me)
Moody mooday
(It’s got me)

Moody mooday
(It’s got me)
Moody mooday
(It’s got me)

Moody mooday
(It’s got me)
Moody mooday
(It’s got me)

Baby, why’d you have to leave?
Somethin’ up your sleeve?
Baby, I find it hard
I find it hard to breath

Moody mooday
(It’s got me)
Moody mooday
(It’s got me)

Moody mooday
(It’s got me)
Moody mooday
(It’s got me)

Moody mooday
(It’s got me)

Moody mooday
(It’s got me)
Moody mooday
(It’s got me)

Baby, why’d you have to leave?
Why’d you have to
Make me an’ break free?
Why’d you have to go?

Baby, why’d you have to run?
Looking after number one
Baby, why’d you have to go?
Why’d you have to phone?
Somethin’ you’re afraid to show?
Is there someone else you’d rather phone?

Moody mooday
(It’s got me)
Moody mooday
(It’s got me)
Moody mooday
(It’s got me)
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